it's 3 am now
thoughts are pulsating
and tumbling and fighting
inside my head
they won't be quiet
they will never be quiet
it's 3 am now
i can't sleep
i can never sleep
why do we sleep?
ugh, i need sleep
it's 3 am now
but every single time i close my eyes
it's your face and his face and her face
all those faceless faces
staring back up at me
with their lifeless, cruel grins
and scars for smiles
you call them nightmares
i call them memories
it's 3 am now
and i think of you
and i think of me
and i wish i had you
here with me
together
but oh well
that's life
it's never fair
it's 3 am now
i tried something to make
me happy to make me high
but now i'm not happy
and i'm not high
god, what is this stuff?
it feels like 5 am
it's 3 am now
and i debate
do i want to be there
when it's 4 am?
do i want to continue?
or have this all end?
eh
my head hurts
shut up please
it's 3 am now
and i'm lifeless
yet living
(why must i still be living?)
so numb and tired
all i have is what i can hold
in the palm of my hand
my only friends
aren't even real
or are they?
i'm out of touch
with reality
and it drowns me
it's 4 am now
about time
i couldn't stand it
i could barely breathe
exhale
it's 4 am
and i'm safe
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BURN (Wattys2015?)
Poetry"Poetry...is thoughts that breathe and words that burn."--Thomas Gray "Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." --Leonard Cohen Poems on the tough stuff in life. Poems on the crazy good stuff in li...
