3 am

3 am

A Poem by Quinn

It's three am
It's dark outside
It's time to sleep
I can't close my eyes

I hear the cars
I sit alone
I think about stuff
That I don't know

That may never happen
That I shouldn't think
That I shouldn't worry about
Yet I do

Yet I can't stop
Yet tears fall
Yet I can't tell
Why I'm like this anymore

Why this happens
Why it seems to never end
Why my eyes sting
It's only three am

© 2014 Quinn


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Added on September 28, 2014
Last Updated on September 28, 2014
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Quinn
Quinn

Glasgow, United Kingdom



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Sad AF. Dysfunctional AF. Queer AF. He/Him. Trans-guy. Bisexual. I am a first year university student in Glasgow who has been writing poetry since 2014 to varying levels of success. I also perf.. more..

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