3 am
And I'm sitting here
Thinking of the days
I rarely forgot to remember to smile
Before it all turned inside out-
Upside down
Starring straight at the bright white lights
Fixed on my deep blue ceiling
Looking for answers
Maybe salvation
Maybe, just maybe
If I stare at it long enough...
The voices whispering above
Seem foreign sometimes
The bugs buzzing at the window
Trying to find a place to hide
So I close the blinds
Lock the doors
Until there's nothing but calm
My automatic breathing
Consistent, regular intervals
In, out, in, out
This numbness has become a part of life
What have we turned into?
And how long till I feel alive?
