I wanted you to
ANSWER MY QUESTIONS
not
QUESTION ABOUT MY ANSWERS

You spit lies
you make me cry
silvery, slithers
half truths
your golden platitudes
aren’t worth your breath
you speak words of life
but you mean death.

Half-Full is Good
Half-Empty is Bad
But Why Don't You Just
Drink the Water?

At 2am you’ll find me
Awake and thinking too much
I speak aloud of what I’m afraid
Using the darkness as my crutch

Sleep never comes easily
My soul simply cannot rest
With the dull ache of loneliness
And sorrow it knows best

They say 2am is for the poets
The lovers, the lonely, the inspired
But I just want to fall asleep
Can someone hold me? I’m tired