When it's 2 am
And everyone is asleep
I'm still awake
Rethinking everything
And wondering
"Why am I still here?"
Tears stream down my face
And no one knows
How badly I break
When I'm alone
In my room at 2 am.
Because I wake up the next morning
And pretend I didn't die
A little bit more inside last night.
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My Dark Poetry
PoetrySome poems that I write mostly how I feel, I don't know why I'm publishing this I guess I just felt like it. So I hope you at least like them. Please no negative comments. If you have any questions or suggestions please pm me. Yeah so that's pretty...
