4am is not for the happy, it is not for the fulfilled, it is not for the couples sleeping soundly in each other's arms. 4am is for the lonely, awake with emptiness, and the feeling of never being good enough; it is for the desire to be loved in return. 4am is for the poets spilling their feelings out on paper, giving life to the words that they never had the courage to speak. 4am is for the broken hearted, for the tears that spill to no end for missing someone that wouldn't waste their time on missing you. 4am is for the people with a smile on their face but sadness in their eyes, for the cuts that bleed the demons out. 4am is not the for happy, it is not for the fulfilled, it is not for the couples sleeping soundly in each other's arms.
