2 Am Poem by Ronald Speight

Up since 2am, crying since 2am
My tears surreal wishing they weren’t there
I ignore myself I think it’s too much
I’ve lost what little clarity I have
I fight so hard just to maintain
Wondering what the point of fighting is
I just cry because it’s all that makes sense
Things I love have become chores to me
I joke about what has become me
To hide the pain I feel
But it forces its self out through my tears
Every morning I wake up
Knowing this 2am won’t be the last