It is for the insomniacs who are unable to fall asleep and drift into their dreams because their minds are full of unraveling memories that ceases to ever fade.
For the alcoholics who drink away their suffering with every last pint of the bottle, then repeat it every day.
For the troubled souls who inflict wounds on their beautiful skin to escape from the bitterness that lies within.
For the ones who believe that snorting a line will make the internal illness fade away, in time.
3:46 a.m isn't for lovers embraced in each other's warmth. It is for the hopeless; the reckless. The ones who are in love; but are not loved in return.
~j.l~
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Sad Poems
Poetrya variety of losses, regrets, and depression wrapped into a mess of a poem book started: 04.29.15 completed: 06.24.19 a book that has existed almost as long as I have on here. thank you for giving my story a chance (my apologies if some are really c...
