4 AM

A Story by Orel

Sitting by myself, 4 AM.
Bottle in one hand my phone in the other.
Looking at old pictures, smiling for no reason.
Out of nothing I see a teardrop fall on my screen.
Why? I don't know? Maybe because I miss those times?
Or just happy they happened.

I don't know what to feel anymore
The liquer is doing it's thing and my mind is doing the other.
These two combined can kill softly on the inside,
without anyone noticing a thing.
4 AM, you know all my stories, all my secrets
and all my fears.
You're the reason for all these tears