It's 3 am, eyes  wide awake,darkness she fears,
messy thoughts and mind being troubled,
Deafening silence but plays like a sweet
music to her ears.

It's freezin, but she's numb,  no longer can she feel anything cause she's immuned to it,
no cold breeze can match the coldness of her soul at the moment,
Pain no longer scare her, spirit of loneliness
Seeks her, no enthusiasm left  to fight with,
But still fighting the voice inside her,
Suicidal thoughts, it is.

In this life, she lives like a joker..
Wearing a mask with a deceitful smile, so sweet, but inside she's crying, she's all...