I always feel more depressed at 3 a.m.
That's when most of the negative thoughts start pouring in
My fingers itch to hold that cold steel again,
I have to force myself to stay in bed

This world is so unforgiving
Do I really bother people simply by living?
Sometimes, it slips out--how unhappy I am--but then I say I'm just kidding
3 a.m. is lonely as hell; I would gladly talk if anyone would hear me