At 2am,
I am alone.
Breathing uncontrollably with the thoughts leaving scars across my memory,
And the awful pit in the bottom of my stomach growing like a tumour,
I am alone.
When I cry, I cry because I can’t feel anything; I'm numb,
But that only makes me realise further,
I am alone.
Silent screams array through the night like the stars,
Nothing in my head is telling me to sleep,
It’s just working away killing my innocent sole,
And at 2am when all this is happening,
I am alone.
Taylor Johnson 20/02/2014 2: 32am
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An heart felt poem, a great write.