2am Thoughts

by Makenzie Campbell

Some songs seem to have people attached to them.

I build my own walls, yet I am not strong enough to tear them down.

It was a wicked game you played with my heart. Pulling on strings as though I were your puppet and you the master. 12:08 AM

The monsters don’t live in my closet or under my bed. They are the collection of thoughts inside my head. 2:59 AM

There were things I wanted to put on paper but the words hurt too much to write. 4:49 AM