It's 4 am
Its overwhelming and swallowing me whole
I ask for a hug, but why when it is only a bandaid
Your arms around me make it seem like its ok for just a moment
But then you let go, and my mind returns
The thoughts never go away, they never will
Its 2 am and the fear of falling asleep and not waking up emerges
Its 3 am and it dawns on me that I may never get my break
I may never get my break or ever be ok
My mind may haunt me forever
I am and will always be broken
What shattered me
Was it a single life changing moment or a chain of terrible events
It’s not that I haven’t tried over and over
I have exhausted myself trying to make myself better
But old ways always creep back in
The memories of her hurtful words, his hands, my tears,
The sting on my face, the blood on my legs, the bruises along my body
But the worst was losing my soul, my hopes, my happiness, and purpose
I’m empty so many hours of the day
I’m trying to remember that I am enough but then I remember that I’m not
I try to believe in myself because nobody else ever did
One semester of school left and I’m done with undergrad
It’s 4 am and I’m still lying here staring at the ceiling
Wondering how to make it over the hill