2am is when the wolves call for me and I die slowly.
2am is when I end up sacrificing myself to you, so I can finally be quiet.
2am is when I won't fall asleep because all I have is this window to keep me company.
2am I look and see a tumbleweed in the streets, wandering aimlessly.
"That's my heart now set it free."
2am a song comes on the radio. It isn't familiar, but it somehow describes everything I'm feeling, even right down to its melody.
2am I don't know who I am but all I know is I need a friend.
At 2am I will play this song until my head can't take it anymore. It's a mantra that won't stop repeating itself, and I love it.
2am I look into my sheets. I peer down and see your face. I reach to touch it but it fades away. Transparent you is very rude.
At 2am I will sing this tune I do not know. Therefore it will sound drunken, but I do not care because it reminds me of you.
2am where did you go? You used to be right next to me. Now all I have is oxygen filling the space where you would look at me and say, "I love you."
2am how did I end up this way? I open my hands and see my veins. I hate them. I hate them because you used to run your fingers across them.
2am I grab the weapon of death. I can see my reflection even in the darkness. As my heart throbs of pain, my life is over and I am free, at 2am.
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 1:20 AM UTC
2am is when the wolves call for me and I die slowly.
2am is when I end up sacrificing myself to you, so I can finally be quiet.
2am is when I won't fall asleep because all I have is this window to keep me company.
2am I look and see a tumbleweed in the streets, wandering aimlessly.
"That's my heart now set it free."
2am a song comes on the radio. It isn't familiar, but it somehow describes everything I'm feeling, even right down to its melody.
2am I don't know who I am but all I know is I need a friend.
At 2am I will play this song until my head can't take it anymore. It's a mantra that won't stop repeating itself, and I love it.
2am I look into my sheets. I peer down and see your face. I reach to touch it but it fades away. Transparent you is very rude.
At 2am I will sing this tune I do not know. Therefore it will sound drunken, but I do not care because it reminds me of you.
2am where did you go? You used to be right next to me. Now all I have is oxygen filling the space where you would look at me and say, "I love you."
2am how did I end up this way? I open my hands and see my veins. I hate them. I hate them because you used to run your fingers across them.
2am I grab the weapon of death. I can see my reflection even in the darkness. As my heart throbs of pain, my life is over and I am free, at 2am.
