2am Thoughts

Trigger warning for self-harm illusions.

These are the things I write at 2am.
Thinking about shredded cheese,
and things I regret.

Chances I should have taken,
and whatever Dad left in the refrigerator
when he packed his lunch for work.

The week-old hamburger
from last week's Taco Tuesday,
and everyone I've ever disappointed.

I can't sleep.

Now it's 2:30,
and the scissors underneath my mattress
are beckoning me.
Now it's 2:30,
and everything is black.
Now it's 2:30,
and the dark liquid drips from my veins.

It's 2:45,
and I'm struggling to stay awake.
It's 2:45,
and I only see fireworks.
It's 2:45,
and my limbs are numb.
It's 2:45,
everything is shutting down.

It's ten minutes to 3:00,
and suddenly I'm asleep.

Author's Note

Thank you so much for taking the time to view my poem! I love any and every piece of feedback!

Reviews

[emipoemi]

This has its charm, its humour, but then it takes a 180 and stabs the soul. This is powerful and profound, and wonderfully executed (pun (un)intended). Well done!

[John the Baptist]

Disturbing. I hope it's not autobiographical.

[emipoemi]

....if it were autobiographical, she wouldn't be on anymore from my interpretation.