23 October 2012
the clock ticks over it's three am.
I'm awake, I'm alone, I'm thinking.
thoughts race through my head as I lay in my bed they are all jumbled up and bottled inside.
I think of things I should say throughout my day and my regrets, the thousands I them.
I wish I could let it out with one big great shout. how I feel I need someone to listen.
everything seems worse at the dead of night there's no light, no hope, just you.
Awake. • Opuss № I