Poems

4AM

It's 4am
My eyes are on fire I need sleep
It's not like I ever sleep anyway.
I'm empty I can't feel anymore and that should scare me but it's been so long since Ive felt that I've became used to it.
I think a lot all day but it seems like once the clack hits 4AM I overthink it all.
I have very few people who care for me anymore but I still care way to much for all of them.
I never think about of any of this though until 4AM