These days
I haven’t been sleeping
And I can’t tell why
But 3 am seems to know me more than I ever could
The thoughts that flood through my mind in the lonely hours
Are the cruelest
I feel as though I am in the middle of loving who I am
And tearing myself apart
At the same exact time
Lately
I keep forgetting to eat well
Or at all
And I can’t tell why
But maybe it’s because I’m trying to empty out my stomach
Of all the love
And all the pain
You caused me
Lately
This is how it is
Lately
All I do is think
And not think
And think
And not think, again
I don’t know where I’m going
Or if there is a certain path I’m supposed to be taking
But here I am
At 3 am
Writing
I’m not quite sure if spilling my poetry is helping
Or hurting me more
But maybe if I whisper the voices aching to be heard
Onto this page
My delicate soul
Can somehow feel some sign of relief