3 AM (Poem)

It’s always 3 AM
in the mind of an addict

Time to forget what you need
So you can regret what you want

Time to break from your life
You got a load you can’t bear

They keep telling you ‘be grateful’
But they ain’t pouring your fill

The only one you ever listen to is that voice in your head
Feeding you lies
Peddling fear 
Taking you on rides to nowhere

You don’t know how to live
You’re a walking defect
Don’t even know where to begin making amends for your debt

You got a skid row soul
You got blight in your head
You just forgot what you need
And it’s 3 AM

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