It's twelve a.m. and
I can't breathe
Nobody loves me
At one a.m.
I can't sleep
Haunted by memories
Now it's two a.m. and
I can only dream
Everyone forgets me
Three a.m. and
I might fall asleep
Only after thinking deep,
If you were here
Maybe I'd be without fear//
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POETRY
PoetryMy way of getting the feelings out. Volume I •Published very out of order• •Feedback is always welcome• •© 2013-2015• (Was Some of My Soul but I got tired of the flowery hipster name so) ***TRIGGER WARNING*** Cutting, depression, suicide, emotional...
