Four o'clock in the morning
by Arielle Perkins
Afraid to open my eyes, to a day so boring
Another day of grief,
A day of fear, I silently grind my teeth.
All alone I feel.
I try to justify all the pain which is so real,
All of this guilt before my eyes.
Another day of confusion and worthless tries,
A day of wondering.
Is it ever just going to go away? I keep pondering
All this pain that I feel,
And all this anger, is it going to stay, because it is real?
Ten o'clock in the evening,
Afraid of the nightmares.
Again my breathing stops and my heart has something to share.
All I can do is stare into the night.
What is it that causes this feeling, could it be the moon so bright?
Another night of crying,
A night of hiding and sighing,
Alone once again.
My heart feels empty, like something left the den,
And I can't cry another tear.
Another day wasted on insecurities and fear,
A day of wonder with nothing to mend.
Is this ever going to end?