Everything is so quiet at 3am
on a cold winter night
when you slid into your bed
and curl yourself into your blanket.
Everything is so quiet at 3am
when you open your window
and the cool air fills your room
making a shiver travel through your spine.
Everything is so quiet at 3am
when you're not me.
When you're not desperately
trying to escape your own head.
Because when you're me,
the demons haunt your mind
and it feels like a million sounds
are running through your head and
everything is so loud at 3am
YOU ARE READING
My poetry book
Poetryso yeah, my poetry book. my thoughts and fears and hopes , everything's here, because writing seems to help me deal with my feelings. I am no poet and this is just a way I use to express my self, everyone has that. hope you enjoy my messy mind, ple...
