It's 3 am and she's drunk again.. Spewing words I don't think she even understands.. But it still hurts. It still stings... Because they're Words I've heard before, words I know all too well, words that slap you in the face. Words that can beat you bloody if they're said enough times.
It's 3:15 am and I feel broken because friends are leaving me, turning on me, and stabbing me in the back. And I feel broken because my family keeps dying and I've been to too many funerals. Broken because even strangers are turning on me. Broken because I've turned on myself. Their words are now my own and directed at myself. Broken because everyone thinks I'm fine. Broken because I'm NOT strong.
It's 3:25 am and I'm sad enough to be lying awake writing this poem. It's 3:30 am and I want to be alone and that's really scary because I've never wanted that before. It's 3:40 am and I'm scared because my depression is trying to seep it's way back into my life. It's 3:45 am and I'm lonely.... It's 4 am...
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Fridays I'm Frank (Poems)
PoesíaThis is gonna be a book of poems that I've written myself about certain aspects of my life. If you love poetry (especially slam poetry) and wanna know more about me as a person and a writer then this should be a great read for you. I hope you guys e...
