3 A.M.

Wide awake, 3am, staring at the ceiling.
I can't even put a name to this feeling.

It's sad, it's tiring, it's hopeless, it's confusing.
There's no war to be fought, but still I am losing.

My eyes are red, my head might explode.
I'm completely empty, my heart is starting to erode.

Times like these, I just feel so dumb.
Absolutely worthless and partially numb.

But soon it'll be morning and the night will be gone.
So I'll wipe my eyes, put on a smile, and carry on.





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