Sitting here, talking with my 3AM thoughts.
Reviewing my reoccurring themes, rhymes come easy,
when thoughts spawn rapidly, I’m dead inside, I try to run and hide.
I could have been, so much more than this, now I don’t even want to try.
I’m terrified by my one true desire, to be loved,
I doubt I’ll ever believe it, if ever I do receive it.
I’m still burning, from the last time, by the only one,
How can she move on so fast, its simple, she was never even here.
How do I move on, when I have all of this, on constant repeat?
Trust me, I get how pathetic I am,
Don’t dare say, I’m not trying.
You try living a life, where the only thing,
you look forward to, is dying .