Nothing is real
Not the pain that you feel
And the cuts on your wrist
Shouldn’t exist
Yet the scars are still there

12:00 AM This isn’t a game
Your pain isn’t tame
Not getting your sleep
Now pull up your sheets

2:00 AM It’s late
You should close your eyes
Take the bait
Got to sleep before the sunrise

3:00 AM This isn’t healthy
You aren’t very stealthy
But it isn’t too late
Just close your eyes and then wait

4:00 AM It’s too late
It must be fate
But now you decide
You will reside
In your dreams

7:00 AM The alarm is blaring
Your eyes are bloodshot
Why are you staring
You have to stop

Three hours of sleep
You should’ve counted sheep
But now your beat
Accept your feat
You could’ve had more than
Three hours of sleep

Up above the stars are shining
The planets must be aligning
But what to do on this beautiful night
When I have nothing else left to write

she had my love
she threw it away
tossed it trashed it
took her awhile
didn’t know if to release
in the end
then the beginning
im back again
im under construction
ready for reopening
or more like reclosing
the wall is up 4 sides no entrance or exit
only a peephole small but visible
im getting claustrophobic
the walls get stronger but only from the inside
im running’s out of room
i cant breathe
im stuck cant run no more
but i wont ask for help
im to stubborn for that
a sturdy wall indeed but to keep bad things out or keep the emotions in
im slowly forgetting where the light is coming from
i cant see
its too dark