it's 3 am
and once again
a girl cant sleep
i look it up,
and i blink
as slowly i begin to weep
i been drug back again
washed over with this
pain that i didnt think would keep
and it hits
just like a brick
as my insides churn
as my thoughts burn
heart dropped
heart sick
mouth dry
tongue thick
this must be what its like
when hope dies
i know my eyes should be closed
but as it turns out, the brain just goes and goes
pencil to paper
it flows and flows
things that keep me up,
and surely only god knows
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