It’s s 2am and the whole world is silent
And you are forced to listen to your own thoughts
And that voice inside your head gets louder
Your regrets get stronger
You question every decision you made
At 2am your thoughts, the world is asleep
And your thoughts get louder
You can’t seem to stop them
They’re too loud
Its 2am and you want to scream
Because your thoughts are already doing that inside your mind
The demons under your bed seem less scary than the ones inside your head;
You can’t seem to face your naked thoughts
Your thoughts, so pure, so resonating
You can’t escape it.
Your mind turns into a radio, you can’t shut down
Its 2am and the world’s dreaming
But your thoughts become words
Unfiltered , real.
You might regret them the next morning,
But they’re said
After all it’s 2am.
(i literally wrote this, sleep deprived, at 2am . might not make a lot of sense.)