Query any poem you want.

im the edge...edge of something

be it good or bad im not sure,

depends on how you look at it.

no purpose in this ungodly hour,

but dark musings chase the sleep

out of my eyes and so..

here i am at 3 am.

new scars scattered around the old,

damn, thought i was done with that sht

but yet...somehow...well...

no one seems to care or can even be bothered to

truly ask how im doing. whats on my mind

how am i coping with my own heartbreak and horrors.

i hide behind a mask yes but over the years

its chipped and broken and not a very good one

they claim i have a smile in my eyes,

but all i see is my inner demons dancing in the darkness and the light gone from me.

finally, pain, something to write home about.

only thing i have to look forward to.

alone, always so alone, even surrounded by 'loved ones'.

'family'. the word means NOTHING to me. anyone and everyone can go in an instance.

'family' means pain, hate, hurt, betrayal and a long list of other descriptions i wont name here.

3am ramblings and dark sayings, the desire to end it all is growing, a small spark at the first but soon to be a blazing fire.

close the damn door and leave me be! i wish to die here in these thoughts that drown and surround me.

the angels and demons onmy shoulders are at war, but the angels are losing the battle thus far. i dont know how muchmore of this i can take. the sorrow deep within me takes ahold and im choking, i cant breathe!

please, dont try to save me, jus tleave me alone here with my 3 am thoughts...

I wake up every night around 3 am

It’s a peaceful time to cry myself to sleep.

Quiet, I can finally hear my thoughts clearly

I tell myself I’ll do what I can, I’ll change,

 I’ll work through the pain,

But I wake up it’s another day again

My thoughts go silent, I’m numb

I forget that I’m alone

This sunlight clouds my thoughts,

Only for them to return once more, in the dark,

 When I’m on my own.

At 3am.