5am thoughts

I wake up sleeping still Time isn't real Holding on, can barely feel What time does the train arrive? One more goodbye There goes my sanity, my stability I hold on to the ghost of my clarity I'm dripping sweat My stomach is shit Can't sleep, can't keep myself above surface I can see through you and it's suffocating me Experience brings misery My time will come Are you sure that's what you mean? I've always wanted my pen to write for me Turns out it won't It's me who's gotta voice me Can't put up a front