3am Thoughts ALEXA GARCIA
The middle of the night hits, And I realize I’ve stayed up too late. A gruesome thought in my head hits, My mind feels consumed by a weight. Thoughts of terror, And thoughts of great fears; Forsaken by my Carer, And drowning in my tears. An hour past midnight, And I can’t seem to fight. These lies that are given to me, Are ones I rebuke with all my might. Will I grow old lonely? Will I get my degree? It’s God who knows only, But for me, I have to see. What is the meaning of life? A question that hits my head. Is it gold? Or to avoid strife? These thoughts that linger, as I continue lying in bed. What about that one boy, The one whom I gave my whole heart? He played me like toy, And then pulled my insides apart. A secret sin no one knows about; One I can’t escape, Like there’s no other route. But it hurts me badly, Like a fall that ends in a scrape.
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