May 2016
At 3:00 AM,
There's *no place to hide,
You're simply stuck in your mind.
There's no running from the darkness. It always catches up, accompanied by your thoughts. You cry in silence, alone and cold, just wishing someone would stop this. You want to see the light, you want a clear mind, but no, oh no, you can't seem to have either. The tears won't stop, the silence is deafening, and the darkness is blinding. All you can do is let it take you until you see the light of a new day dawning. Even then you'll be dreading the return of the dark, hoping it won't take you like the way it did at 3 o'clock that morning.
There's *no place to hide,
You're simply stuck in your mind.
There's no running from the darkness. It always catches up, accompanied by your thoughts. You cry in silence, alone and cold, just wishing someone would stop this. You want to see the light, you want a clear mind, but no, oh no, you can't seem to have either. The tears won't stop, the silence is deafening, and the darkness is blinding. All you can do is let it take you until you see the light of a new day dawning. Even then you'll be dreading the return of the dark, hoping it won't take you like the way it did at 3 o'clock that morning.
