It's 2:31am And the only thing I can hear is the sound of my aching heart. It's a silent lament , unheard by the ones I love.
It's 2:32 am And the only thing I can see is the darkness. It surrounds me like an enemy and makes me look weak.
It's 2:33am And the only thing I can feel is the blanket, crumpled inside my fist. It's an anchor that prevents me from drifting away.
It's 2:34am And the only thing I can taste is the taste of pain on my tongue. It's metallic and disgusting and it makes me gag.
It's 2:35am And the only thing I can think about is sleep. A deep, restful peace that makes me feel strong again.
It's 2:36am And the only thing that makes me hope is the thought, that I can survive horrible 5 minutes. Again and again.