𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐧/𝐍~

~𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 3 𝘢𝘮~

It was 3 am,
And my thoughts told me to hate myself,
To think about the inevitable sadness of all the things that are beautiful

It was 3 am,
And I am devoured under all this pain,
While sitting alone, And letting time pass by me.

It was 3 am,
And I am wondering why I should ever be loved,
Wishing to be more than just a body.

It was 3 am,
And I am terrified of the words I cannot pronouce, Scared that the most important words will never be written.

It was 3 am,
And I am wearing agony like a blanket.
So if I wake up tired the next morning,

Just let me be
Because I had a long battle with my thoughts the previous night,
Wondering if I will end up alone
For I am aware of how replaceable I am.

~sus.