It's late at night
My chest feels tight
And I can bearly breath

I taste blood in my mouth
The world's upside down
And I can't even think

I want to scream
I just wanna leave
But the house is asleep

I wanna ask for help
Pour my mind to someone
But I don't want to pester

It is 3 in the morning
And I'm writing a poem
Sowing a seed that will never flower

I role in my bed
Banging my head
Feeling ever worse hour after hour

Reliving the cycle
Of daytime sweetness
And nighttime sour

Wishing for the end
By any means out there
The embrace of death or a friend

I'm worthless and powerless
Waiting for the instrument
That will bring me my end