It's 1 a.m. and I'm tired.
I've been up since 3 a.m. the pervious day.
I want to sleep in the warmth of my bed.
No, this couch isn't okay.

It's 2 a.m. and he called me.
Asking if I wanted to go to his house.
I agreed with slight hesitation.
Little did I know he'd tear open my blouse.

Its 3 a.m. and I just wanted a place to sleep.
I can't live like this anymore.
I'm so far gone to notice.
That the pain has reached my core.

It's 4 a.m. and the drugs kick in.
I can feel it in my bloodstream.
The realization finally hits me tonight.
That maybe this is all just a dream.

It's 5 a.m. and I don't know where I am.
My life is soon coming to an end.
"Goodbye mom, I'll miss you."
Is the last text I'll ever send.

Its getting blurry.
My heart slows down.
Finally, darkness.
Sleeping, safe and sound.