It’s 1:30 in the morning and I’m a complete mess, sitting here on the side of my bed crying while my mind races. It’s 1:30 in the morning and I’ve needed someone so badly. It’s 1:30 in the morning and I decided to write this poem to try and ease my mind. It’s 1:30 in the morning and while everyone else sleeps insomnia comes home. It’s 1:30 in the morning and I’ve never felt more pathetic or vulnerable than I do now. It’s 1:30 in the morning and I’m sitting here questioning my life, my sanity, my relationships, my everything. It’s 1:30 in the morning when it hits me the hardest, when I’m the loneliest, when I’m the saddest. It’s 1:30 in the morning and the tears still flow. It’s 1:30 in the morning...