a stormy wind
howls
in the night

but it doesn't
bother me

because now
it kinda feels
like the world
shares
the storm
that weathers
inside of me

here i am
talking with
my friends
about love
as if
i know it all

but what
do i know?


i barely
understand
my own feelings

yet
i act like
i do

At 2am you’ll find me
Awake and thinking too much
I speak aloud of what I’m afraid
Using the darkness as my crutch

Sleep never comes easily
My soul simply cannot rest
With the dull ache of loneliness
And sorrow it knows best

They say 2am is for the poets
The lovers, the lonely, the inspired
But I just want to fall asleep
Can someone hold me? I’m tired

lately
girls are
more attractive
to me

because
no boy
can come close
to him

and whilst
she was
just a crush

he is
the first
i was really
in love with


and maybe
i still am

you told me
that you
hate to be
left on 'read'

and yet
you do
the exact
same thing

when
will my heart
understand
that i am not
living in a book?

that when
i fall
for someone
in a relationship
or
for someone
i can't have

that there isn't
the slightest chance
i end up
with them


when
will my heart learn?

is it just me
or does
everything at night
seem more intensive?

the music
hits your feelings
way harder

the thoughts
scream louder
in your head

the world
is almost
completely silent


the world
seems just so
much purer