It's 3am
My demons are calling again
The worst versions of self
are dragging me down to hell
at 3am, again

Mom and Dad are long asleep upstairs
I sense her fears and his angry glares
Tho I left long ago my body's curled up in bed
at 3am my heart's filling up with dread

Listening for a voice, waiting for permission
To breathe,
to love,
to be without hesitation

The words are trying to escape this hell
So I'm going to cast my own spell
Searching for a phrase that could set me free
from being the demon version of me

I hear my heart cry out
STOP!
NO!
You will not have anything more to do with me!

It's 5am now I understand
this isn't any version of me
Still learning it's okay to let all this go
Make room for something new
I hope that it will be with you.