It's three am and I can't sleep.
A lot of things have been running through my mind lately.
I turn on my front and hug my pillow,
Just like I used to do before as I was slowly falling asleep,
When I was a child and everything was happy.
I lay there and for a moment I see myself,
Five years old, laying in a bed.
Excited for the next day. Perfect family, or so it seemed.
Smiling, and full of dreams.
But quickly, I feel my shoulder pushing on my face,
My feet touching the end of the bed.
The air gets thick, and my eyes are wet.
I am not five nor happy.
Those two things nevermore I can ever be.
