When it’s 3am and I can’t sleep
My thoughts roam to the demons that rule this hour
I avoid looking in mirrors
I don’t dare make too much
At 4am the real demons come
The ones that make sleeping impossible
Am I doing enough ?
Am I enough ?
Is this the right path ?
Will my life ever be okay ?
Am I unlovable ?
Why can’t I be like her ?
Will ever defeat my struggles ?
Why does everyone run away ?
The time when he kissed my neck and I questioned respect
The time when the glass slit my ankle
Or the police at the door
How could I be so stupid ?
The time when I believed his words
All the times of him and other women
Why would I even think of that ?
Does it even matter ?
Am I his number one choice ?
How did I ruin that friendship ?
How do I know anything for sure ?
Is it in a promise ?
Will I ever be okay ?