4 AM :/

A Poem by Enigma

.it's 4 a.m. & I'm staring at the ceiling
trembling at the thought of feeling
on the edge of everything I've ever known
trying hard not to fall once again
but knowing that I'm wedged between
between a rock & a razor
not knowing which one Id rather face
learned to smile when I'm broken inside
learned to laugh when I'm tempted to cry
eyeliner and mascara masks my heart
skin tight jeans keep me from falling apart
I've learned to live when I feel like dying
& getting over him is a phase, I'm trying
but sometimes you just can't let go
he makes everything wrong but I just can't say no.