1 am, my guilty conscience is overloding

the feelings of frustration.

The things i should've said, should've done

and all the things i shouldn't have.

Its 1 am, the pit in my stomach growing darker.

The memories that i hoped would never come back,

they're here.

and i toss and turn needing an escape.

1 am, the lump in my throat holding back

all the things i need to say, but wont,

suffocating me.

I gasp for air, holding on to one  more strand of hope,that you still love me, that you still need me.

1 am, the regret is eating at me, piece by piece,

the manipulation worked.

Blaming myself for your actions, i dont want it.

Any of it, take it all, take everything.

1 am, they're coming, the uncontrollable tears are coming.

The storm will pass right?

Maybe.

If it doesnt kill me first.