3am

BY EMILY HOLBEIN

3am laughs at me

staying up

 planning

to overdose

on coffee

thinking about a boy

who will never love

me

2pm and I can't see

blinded by a sick reality

still stuck with an image

of you and me

daydreaming about a boy

who will never love

me

1am and it starts again

the cycle that starts

and never ends

the things that twist

and break

and bend

devastated about a boy

who will never love

me