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3 am
3 am always gets to me
I'm alone and forget my way back to our bed
too much time on my hands
it's the witching hour
and I stray
into drug delusions... sex
smearing my cunt on someone else
a bitch in heat with no conscious
caught up in a moment
I leave who we are in the ashes
the house of love has been burnt down
but we still reside there
lies my covering
I shy deeper into the darkness
I hate myself
I can barely face you
eyelashes bat betrayal
blood pushes through my veins
with the taint of another
I want to die
suicide calls to me
a bottle of pills it would all be over
it's 3 am
I can't live without you
Published 3rd Apr 2019
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3rd Apr 2019 5:04pm
We feel for you Lady, time heals but the pressure endure along the way is like trekking through hell. Tight piece
3rd Apr 2019 5:47pm
3rd Apr 2019 6:20pm
This is heartbreaking. If it's of any comfort I think all people in long relationships go through a time of betrayal. It's not about the past it's about moving forward. Never look back, friend. Always forward. Much love and respect 🤗
3rd Apr 2019 9:18pm
A very dark one, Brenda, and that bottle of pills is a temptation to be resisted. We can't do without you here.
