Cut. Stitch. Heal. Repeat.

Questioning

It's two o'clock in the morning,

And I'm empty.

I have the need to write.

All thought is gone.

My feelings no longer matter.

I am numb and empty.

It's two o'clock in the morning,

And I've been staring at a wall.

Four hours.

My thoughts are missing,

My feelings are closing in.

I can no longer write.

It's two o'clock in the morning,

I am scared.

It's two o'clock in the morning.

And I am scared,

Of myself.