Four o'clock in the morning <br />Afraid to open my eyes <br />Another day of grief, <br />A day of fear. <br />All alone I feel. <br />I try to justify all the pain, <br />All of this guilt before my eyes. <br />Another day of confusion, <br />A day of wondering. <br />Is it ever just going to go away? <br />All this pain that I feel, <br />And all this anger, is it going to stay? <br /> <br />Ten o'clock in the evening, <br />Afraid of the nightmares. <br />Again my breathing stops. <br />All I can do is stare into the night. <br />What is it that causes this feeling? <br />Another night of crying, <br />A night of hiding, <br />Alone once again. <br />My heart feels empty, <br />And I can't cry another tear. <br />Another day wasted on insecurity, <br />A day of wonder. <br />Is this ever going to end?<br /><br />Ruth warren<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-m-a-fucking-mess/
