3 A.M. Poem by Cherry Blossom

He would always ask himself over and over again, 'What did I do to deserve this? '
He thought he would find the answer in a stiff drink, a box of nicotine, or a lifeless screen that consumed most of his hours, leaving his mind in disarray and hindering proper function.
He suspected that he deserved this for being dumb, naive, and too comfortable as his life slowly crumbled before him.
During daylight, he would wear a smile and exude lively energy visible to others.
Yet, at nighttime, he transformed into a drunkard, a smoker, and a spectator on a stagnant surface, comparing others' 'real' lives to his own.
He had always yearned for an answer to the question that plagued him since the incident occurred.
So gradually, he began to change.
Day after day, he found himself lifeless and devoid of energy, prompting those around him to question this peculiar shift.
In the night, his usual 'companions' were left alone and cold—Jack and Johnnie witnessed their friend spending less time drinking with them, the box of nicotine vanished like extinguished flames, and the lifeless screen was buried deep in murky depths.
With his old habits left behind, his mind became somewhat organized and functional.
But despite his current state, he still couldn't find an answer to his question.
Until one night, when the clock ticked and the world halted its spin precisely at 3 A.M., he found himself lying in bed, gazing into the void of the ceiling. And there, he discovered it—the answer to his question, an answer he was unprepared to confront, an answer he believed everyone already knew.
As he lay on his bed, a simple smile graced his face, and he uttered the question once more, this time with an answer: 'What did I do to deserve this? ' 'Nothing.'