“3 A.M”

When I’m chewing the inside of my mouth,

Tasting blood I bite so deep

And I’m trying to lay still

For lack of peace

My teeth grind away at my sanity

And I fight with myself

As I stare at the ceiling.

Yet when the spots on the walls are forming pictures

And my eyes are darting around,

Settling on nothing;

Skin is crawling;

Sweating;

I’m tossing

And turning;

It’s 3 A.M;

Who’s to blame?