AN:this poem contains suicide thoughts. Please read at you own risk.
1 am. I have energy. Not to walk, not to run, not to do anything except open my eyes with no hope.
1 am. Nigth or morning. Sun or moon. Either way I'm awake with nothing else to do.
My positive thoughts are drained. I only have those shitty left. 1 am with nothing, like always.
Wish I could run, hide, or scape, but I got nothing left. Where can I go, I'm fealing, no, I am lost. Calm down they are only thoughts
But what if? What will happend if you do it? Why not just jump? Or cut, hung, or overdose.
My life depends In the dark, stars, and moon. Depend and my silly rulet game, can sleep, can't sleep
I don't decide what I do.it controls me there's no way out until sunlight shows, giving me the only hope I have to stop giving up
I don't chose my actions.at nigth I'm a pupet afarring to one little string before it breaks and left me dead
But would someone care, care If I drop dead or keep walking, it's just another silly suicide after all, they will just ignore it and move on.
Guess who will be next today at 1 am. Or maybe I will finally sleep and stop drowning in this micery, please go to sleep I have to stop thinking
1 am with my silly rulet. Dead or alive, sleep or awake. Will I make it through the dark? Or will I be consume by the nigth and end with no light.
Just fall asleep. They are only thoughts, you'll be okey when you see the day. Just go to sleep.
