Suicide Poetry/Quotes/Depression/Anxiety

3 A.M R.M

We all sit on our beds

At 3 A.M Listening to the world

How quite it gets 

But in reality, it's not quite

We hear our demons screaming at us

Telling us some many horrible things

As time past by we become friends with our demons

Maybe that's why we stay up at 3 A.M

-R.M