3 a.m
My thoughts started entering the deep abyss,
a portion of my heart where I hid all my dark secrets
They used the cracks on my bones
to slowly pierce each pieces into my soul
It was not like this during 3 p.m;
At that time, my mind was completely blank.
At that time, it was unscathed.

I did nothing.
My eyes just started to speak,
words that my mouth can never explain
When the sun is up,
the walls I built are also at its peak
Little did anyone know,
that the barrier was not real
I am not as collected as I seem.
Desultory?
I care. I cared. I will always care.
Enthusiasm,
do I lack in that part?
Or were you the nonchalant one?
Who never showed attention to things I have told you.
Who never actually listened to my stories.

Concern and curiosity both starts with "C"
But in your eyes, I see no sincerity.