My head is turning
Everyone’s asleep right now
My thoughts are churning
No one really cares, mind you
My brain is shaking
Trembles though my feet,
My dear
And nobody would ever even know you’re here

There's beauty in a morning
Lived thoroughly
A breath taken in-

Fuller than any
part of the day.
light and fluffy.
bounce into
life, uninhibited.
second winds


A good morning,
Sleepless

The warm summer air
hangs heavy in the night sky
Keeping me awake

Worry is the runner on my mind;
it races around the circular track without knowing the finish line
My chest is heavy with the weight of stress
I am stuck in a riptide
tossing and turning to avoid suffocation
waves of regret collapse over me
I breathe in their salty disposition
It spills out my tear ducts
I drown in my thoughts and bathe in drowsiness
I choke on feathers and the counted sheep
Red eyes so fixed on the clock that creeps
Oh how I loathe the evening heap.

It was 3 am,
The darkness still covering the skies,
Except this time, I wasn't alone
With my thoughts.

3 in the morning,
And i hadn't drank or eaten anything,
I felt sick,
Not just physically but mentally.

And in that unholy hour did i feel
The unpleasant rush of emotions,
Waves of overlapping thoughts,
And all i ever wanted was it to stop.

It was 3 in the morning,
The noise of alcohol drowned
In a sea of probably my consciousness,
And the only help i was able to ask for was

"I want to die."

But a poke on my forehead
was all i needed to tell myself
That maybe, just maybe,
They understood my call for help.