2 am is for the poets who
can't sleep because their
minds are alive with words
for someone who's not there

for the alcohlics drinking
themselves into amnesia to
forget someone who left

2 am is not for the lovers
asleep in each other's arm

it is for the lonely.
the ones who are in love
with the loved
but are the one's
who are not loved
in return.

When you find yourself drowning in self-hate, you have to remind yourself that you weren’t born feeling this way. That at some point in your journey, some person or experience sent you the message that there was something wrong with who you are, and you internalized those messages and took them on as your truth. But that hate isn’t yours to carry, and those judgments aren’t about you. And in the same way that you learned to think badly of yourself, you can learn to think new, self-loving and accepting thoughts. You can learn to challenge those beliefs, take away their power, and reclaim your own. It won’t be easy, and it won’t happen over night. But it is possible. And it starts when you decide that there has to be more to life than this pain you feel. It starts when you decide that you deserve to discover it

People and people all around,
there is no one who would call my name aloud.
Many know, many don't,
would anyone accept me? No, one won't.

They talk, they laugh, they share,
I yearn for a little bit of care..
But who has got time to spare?
No one, no where.

I gaze at the girl I truly admire,
hoping for a hello or a pleasant smile.
She fleetingly saw me, or maybe she didn't,
But the very next moment, she embraced someone.

I smile and ask myself,
who am I befooling?
This is a world of glamour,
Extroverts are ruling..

I am destroying my body
With every purge I take
And the sickest thing is
I am perfectly fine with it.