3 a.m is for the people with depression
who is trapped inside their own minds
That has no escape from their self,
In the bathroom cutting their thighs and wrists
because no one is there fro them
For the alcoholics drinking themselves
into amnesia to forget the mistakes
They made,
To forget the loves ones they lost over time
to never have to remember all the goods times they had
3 a.m is for the high scool students studying for
a test that would never matter in the near future
All the studying they once did forgotten
when the test is right in front of them
It is for the ones who said
so much
but not enough at all
**** This was inspired by a poem I saw on tumblr by L.S****
