MAP #1: I Wrote This Under The Tree

Three of the Morning

Three a.m., was indeed an hour of a devil,
Not for creepiness, it's for the sadness that I feel;
Because I'm not into horror nor paranormal,
I'm into hankie, not on vodo doll.

I need a hankie to wipe my tears,
I need a blanket to cover my fears,
I need a pillow to sleep comfortably,
I need new shoes, to runaway from my anxiety.

Run from everything self, run!
Because this thing wasn't really fun!
Like in apocalypse, but make zombies your friend;
'Coz the real enemy was the monsters inside your head.

I'm just alone all of this moment,
Enduring the pain and loneliness that I felt;
Hiding myself, comforting myself and healing myself,
To the reason I have no one to ask for help.

All this time, I made myself a fool,
Waking up every morning and still not whole;
There's always a lost puzzle pieces of me,
Broken pieces that can make me happy.

How do I get into this position?
Suffering on insecurities, pressure, stress and depression;
What I need to do to survive?
What to maintain to be still alive?

Three a.m. was not all about devil and all,
It's also all about the survival and fall;
This is the routine of all the person like me out there,
It's just a matter of whom to stay and whom to surrender.

-Marxx Archer