3am

3am again

Sandpaper eyelids

Curse my worried brain

Tormented thoughts swirling

Head full of rain

Another day ahead

Trudging towards no end

Perhaps if I was dead

The pattern would bend

An hour passes

Chipboard paper covers dank cracked ceiling

Birds chirp outside

To my dark nauseous feeling

Obsidian clouds

Fill my fractured head

Torrential downpours

That whisper of death

Is today my time?

Perhaps I’m done?

Desperate to cry

But the tears won't come

Another failure

Its 5am

One more hour

I'll get up then

Sun creeps through the curtain crack

Needles my eyes

There’s no going back

Is today the day ?

Am I better off dead?

There’s no way of knowing

Take a fist full of meds

JUST KEEP FUCKING GOING

I’m doing my best.