3am

so here I am, staring at you again, beats running through me and this feeling flooding; I sit here. I think of you. I honestly know your not worth one electrical wave but here i am. Sitting here. thinking of you. I rush  the stage in my head. i see this open clean break. but im too scared to even reach for it. Im stilll holding on to you. gripping yr black t shirt like the last breathe. imagining you laying in my bed. I rather not be happy. I rather see you. I rather be locked up in our dysfunctional sheet tent.but everything deep down everything tellls me to forget you. fucking 3am fucking anxiety attack fucking brain waves.