3 AM become a comfort
An unforeseen light to the darkness hidden
In the conscious of my thoughts
Breaking and bruising the walls
I had so tirelessly built
We were suffering, insomniac monsters
Plaguing our selves from the tortures of the sun rise

The sun rise , a cruel realisation dawning down on my existence ,
Breathing through patched lungs for another upcoming.
Addictions came easy , because we were fragile and yearned for a cure

We were sickly, and  burning at the euphoric feeling of our childhood,
Yet reluctantly dying at the hands of our " glory days"
So feverishly feeding on our defiance...

Our defiance, was a surge of denial to the pain we had so beautifully hidden.
Gouging at our thighs as we riddled our skin with insecurities .
Serving our flesh on the silver platter of our teenage hood.

We were hungry , and starving our selves of depths our ***.
We were hiding our purity in the caskets
Of celibacy.
The fear of eating at our social interactions killing us ever slowly .

Killers, we had died more times than we could count.
Stretched the veins in our necks
As society played tug-of-war with the dreams that we had

Bleeding, we had finally accepted the scars of our past lives , and made a home of our tortures