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"It's 3 A.M."
It's 3 A.M.
Another morning,
of tear-filled eyes,
and a grief-filled heart.
My pillow doesn't call to me,
my blankets no longer protect.
They only shield what truly is,
only for a moment.
They do not take these tears away,
or hide my breaking heart.
They do not take my sobs of pain,
or stop my hands from shaking.
I've entered into the darkness,
a place I do not like to go.
It confines me to this state,
and silences my screams.
It's 3 A.M.
Another morning,
of tear-filled eyes,
and a grief-filled heart.
Please, someone save me,
and protect me, from me.
12/17/06
