3AM
It's 3AM,
It's pouring rain outside,
A soft and gentle sound against the roof.
It reminds me of peaceful days and nights,
Of family gathered inside warm and safe,
To avoid the cold and wet.
But no one is with me tonight,
And it's not very peaceful,
At least inside my mind.
I'm full of emotions,
Of pain and doubt,
And despite being away from the rain I'm not warm.
It's dreary and rainy in my head,
And I don't have an umbrella or coat,
So the water sticks to my skin and freezes.
I think this cold,
This uncomfortableness could be cured,
With a touch from someone I love.
Just a hand to hold,
Or maybe a hug,
But no one is with me tonight.
It's 3AM,
It's storming inside my mind,
And it is not soft or gentle in here.
I'm...... touch starved and sad and I want a hug :(
But I don't want a hug from anyone who's here and they're all asleep anyways, so I'm just gonna get back to trying to sleep. Also I don't know what this is either, it's not good. It was just a quick way to write down how I felt and distract from it rather than laying in bed and pathetically rubbing my own arm the way my grandma used to when I was little because I miss her. So yeah. Feel free to ignore lol, I'm sure I'll be better in the morning. Bye-Oliver
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