The 2 A.M Writer


Is it really another day?

They all melted together like wax

Even the high is becoming a chore

I'll stay bored and deny the facts

Chasing an aimless degree

Sheepskins and faded memories

I fucking hated it, but I'll still miss it

Come children and get your new screams

Real friends are enemies

Everyone is out to get me

I'll always love you and hate myself

Maybe I'm better in my dreams



  • Author: The 2 A.M Writer (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 22nd, 2017 10:35
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Annabella Wye

    I love this poem so much. It sums up my entire mood today.

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