i'm not a poet,
i'm just inspired to write at
three in the morning.

i'm not a poet,
just someone who's tired of not
having their voice heard.

i'm not a poet,
just a girl who likes to write
useless one-liners.

insomnia strikes,
she denies me my escape
from reality.

i go to bed with you,
knowing full well that i will
wake up all alone.

you are beautiful,
and worth more than you ever
could have imagined.

hold me close, tell me
you love me, even if you
don't really mean it.

do you really think
that i'm pretty, or are you
just pitying me?

"just wait, it'll be
alright." i'm struggling just to
make it through the night.