Another late night cry.
You consume my thoughts.
Overtake my calm sea.
A rage of emotions arise.

At the lowest part of the night,
when the clock ticks the time away,
a tear drops.
Unwanted feelings surface.

I like quiet.
I don’t like talking about it.
Burdening others with my stupid feelings.
Ones that are untrue but feel so believable.

Silent cries.
I don’t want to wake my mom.
Disturb her peace to find mine.
This will pass hopefully.

I question myself.
Who loves you?
Who wants u?
I think no one.

But I know I am wrong.
I know I am blinded by the late night cries.