Poem

Poem

-Jo

It’s three o’clock in the morning,

And the Coffee’s cold.

My feelings are tormenting me,
Like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
They’re breaking me down,
Tearing me into pieces.

And I think “God,
Why did you make me this way?”
“Does it all have a purpose?”

I hope it all goes away,
That I don’t have to feel this way,
That I’m not really into that.