1:30 in the morning

sidqiehs

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...

  • Author: Sidqieh (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 30th, 2018 01:31
  • Comment from author about the poem: I haven’t published anything in a while. This was a random “venting” write for me. Leave comments and give me feedback
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • onepauly

    is it always
    1:30?



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