1:10 AM
Post midnight
Stayed up all night
Not really thinking bout a certain thing
Not really thinking
Awake yet again
Stuck in a loop
Been stuck in the same bed
With nothing to do
Locked myself in the bathroom
And prayed real hard
That I wouldn't have to lose
My derailing train of thought
It's the only thing that keeps me busy
On these nights i spend alone
So that I won't have to feel so lonely
In this empty shell i call home
This poem is about:
Me