I feel so alone, even when I’m surrounded.
It’s three a.m.
and all I could think about is words that don’t correlate in my head.
They’re mindless thoughts in my mind,
full of nothing with nothing to fill.
I cannot make out what I’m thinking.
It’s hurting how much I confuse myself.
The sun comes up and the day goes on and I am happy again.
I make more memories.
Then I come home, straight to bed I go.
Laying there.
It’s three a.m. again.
I lay there not knowing why it’s hurting so much.
It’s like a black hole has ****** my happiness away.
The next day comes and full of joy, my day goes by filled with love and happiness.
I go home.
It’s 2:59 a.m.
Tic tok, the clock stops.
Then again, three a.m. appears.
It’s as if it’s mocking me.
Mocking me everyday when I come home alone, alone in the dark I lay.
But when morning comes, I don’t feel the pain.
As if I’m as bright as the rays,
And when night comes, the cycle repeats.
It repeats and repeats, shall silent keep me at bay?
Sep 22, 2019
Sep 22, 2019 at 8:20 PM UTC
I feel so alone, even when I’m surrounded.
It’s three a.m.
and all I could think about is words that don’t correlate in my head.
They’re mindless thoughts in my mind,
full of nothing with nothing to fill.
I cannot make out what I’m thinking.
It’s hurting how much I confuse myself.
The sun comes up and the day goes on and I am happy again.
I make more memories.
Then I come home, straight to bed I go.
Laying there.
It’s three a.m. again.
I lay there not knowing why it’s hurting so much.
It’s like a black hole has ****** my happiness away.
The next day comes and full of joy, my day goes by filled with love and happiness.
I go home.
It’s 2:59 a.m.
Tic tok, the clock stops.
Then again, three a.m. appears.
It’s as if it’s mocking me.
Mocking me everyday when I come home alone, alone in the dark I lay.
But when morning comes, I don’t feel the pain.
As if I’m as bright as the rays,
And when night comes, the cycle repeats.
It repeats and repeats, shall silent keep me at bay?
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