It's 1:00am,
Thoughts are catching up,
This is when all hell breaks lose,
My heart begins to beat faster,
The tears flow freely,
I press my hand to my mouth to muffle the shouts of my anger towards a world so cold and distant,
It stifles to a sniffel,
I close my eyes for a moment,
Wave after wave of exhaustion hit me,
But I toss and turn like the sea,
Too many voices, too many scenarios,
I love the King and the King loves me,
I still feel so empty,
Maybe a few more episodes will fill the wholes of all the times you forgot to say you loved me,
Mom and dad, more like suicide and death,
I love the King, and the King loves me,
It's almost six,
Time to mentally tear myself apart,
Sigh