I had the idea for this poem while brushing my teeth, I finished writing it in my brother's room again, this time it was 3:30 AM poetry.
A cry for help that goes unanswered.
A joke,
That wasn't supposed to be funny.
Word that have become meaningless,
As we become numb,
And they become null.
But what if someone answered?
Picked up the phone.
Responded when needed?
A hope gave,
A friendship made.
A life saved?
No tears nor blood shed.
Only a hug to celebrate the not-end,
And a smile to last until then.
If only,
If wasn't an "if"
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2:00 AM Poetry
PoetryAny Taylor Swift fan knows the appeal of 2AM as some obscure, yet romantic, haunting, and magical time. Most of these poems were likely written by me at 2AM, like how I am creating this right now. Some of these poems will be funny, some will be s...
