#3am poems on Hello Poetry

Ashtyn Burk Jun 2014

3 a.m

It's 3 a.m, she's wide awake,
Everyone else is dead asleep.
In tears,
She tries to find someone to talk to.
None of her friends care..
The guy she likes isn't answering.
There's no one left.
So she sits in her room,
Drowning in her own tears.
She finds herself with a bottle of pills,
Takes one, two, four, twenty, fourty-seven, eighty-six..
In the morning everyone checks their phones,
She said good-bye to everyone over text,
But left a note for the only one who helped her.
No one could figure out why she took her life..
But the one who always helped her knew why.
{a.t.b}

R.i.p Valerie..

#suicide #pills #depression #3am

Colette May 2014

Addiction (You're more addictive than cigarettes and drugs combined)

You're sometimes sweet, sometimes bitter.
But either way, I find myself still going to you.

Your lips beg for me to kiss them over and over again.
Oh, how luscious they look when you seem so lonely.

Your eyes beg for me to fall into the abyss of those infinite eyes of yours.
To find myself lost in the galaxy within.

Your hand reaches out for me when I'm lost,
and how perfectly they seem to fit together.

Your laughter sounds like angels singing,
a smile plastered on my face after.

Your warmth calls out for me,
especially on days where I rage and fear most.

Your kisses brings me a beautiful euphoria,
I can always seem to never want to be out of this.

Your presence and existence is more than just a body,
wanting to wake up with you next to me when I have nightmares at 3AM.

You in whole,
a addiction more addictive than cigarettes and drugs combined,
*is an addiction I can never get over of.

Addiction is a very sinful thing for me.

#love #addiction #eyes #kisses #hands #heaven #perfect #you #me #my #us #euphoria #3am

Stef May 2014

An hour past 2

I lie awake, an hour past two
I can't sleep and I don't know what to do
and so i wrote a poem about you.
I loved you til self-destruction
while you treated me like an option,
I'm just another page in your book,
torn and cut, you didn't bother to look.

#love #poem #thoughts #freeverse #3am #onesided

Andrew Switzer Stoned Ferret Apr 2014

Diary for Dementia

Intermittent scribbles in a brand new leather journal.
Hoping even just one line becomes something eternal.
Searching for the perfect words, or poignant points to make,
I lay there, thinking, three a.m, and I'm still wide awake.
Pretty rhymes to pass the time, if no soul ever reads,
I write these words for mockingbirds and fun, no thoughts of greed.
The verdant, rolling plains of the space within my skull,
Spill forth in excess on the page when life is feeling dull.
Words give life to drying ink, a pause between each line,
To choose the words which through the years remind me what is mine.

#dreams #writing #process #3am #half-awake

lee Apr 2014

2.6 million seconds

its been almost five years and i can still tell you every word those kids spat on me with
i can recite every method of victimisation they deployed and i can name each one off by heart

its been almost five years and i still get nightmares, five years and i still can’t rationalise what i did to deserve that besides being myself, five years and i still blame myself for being a target even though i know better

its been almost five years and i still can’t see past those flaws that they made me so aware of at such a young age

its been almost five years and i still can’t stand up proud and look at myself and tell you I’ve embraced those qualities that i was down trodden on because of

its been almost five years and i still can’t see past them
five years
1 825 days
43 800 hours (approximately)
and i still see that girl

not that girl, that man, the she woman with no ***** and wide shoulders and ugly man arms that was too stupid to realise they were teasing her when they called her names by code so they launched a full throttle attack every break

i still see her, smiling and laughing with them while they mocked her shrinking smaller and smaller at every word (only metaphorically of course) because all she felt were the ever-spreading canyons of her body with her flaws that dipped and rose and spread across a landscape that would never be good enough

its been almost five years and i don’t hold them accountable for any of it
they didn’t build or live in that body (it was only i)
they didn’t chose to let it get to me (it was only i)
they didn’t decide to not tell anyone and let it fester so deep until the smell of ***** was the only thing that could mask the wreak of the insecurities left behind

i don’t know if i’d be different if none of that had occurred because who can blame events that happened five years ago for who i am today

all i know is i still wait, i still stay up long after everything is dark and still and quiet and the events still replay the words still hang over

amplified (by only i)

its been almost five years and all i can say is i hope those wretched people are better off now

(i hate that im so weak)

//ale a

#depression #*** #bullying #ale #alethea #3am

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