You stay up until 3am - the time when the fine lines start to get blurry. You found yourself standing on the edge. You think you’re not supposed to be there so you jumped and crossed the line. You’ve come to a place where the voices are much louder…where the words are much clearer. It’s a place where the harmless things hurt you. It is where you wonder why the sea-like decisions you’ve made and the copper-like smiles has led you to loathe yourself. You wonder why your skin suddenly craves the feeling of metal. You laugh. Because it’s 3am- the time when salts and metals come together… the time when tears and blood embrace.

~ Kiel G.c.

Kiel G.c. 3Am Depression Insomnia

And at 3am you sit near the window and wonder if there is magic... because all you need are some fairies to take your pain away and help you sleep... you take a book to read... you take a pen and a paper to write...you cling on some music that might just make you fall asleep... yet nothing helps... another sleepless night and all you want is the dawn to break soon....

~ Sanhita Baruah

Sanhita Baruah 2Am 3Am Asleep Awake Book Fairies Helpless Magic Music Pain Sick Sleep Sleepless Night Suffering Wakeful Night Write

Be my bedtime story and the thoughts that won't let me fall asleep. Be the conversation that I always have in my head at 3 AM and that beautiful voice that never lets me sleep.

~ Akshay Vasu

Akshay Vasu 3Am Asleep Beautiful Bedtime Conversation Fall Head Story Thoughts Voice

3 A.M. isn't a time for sleep when the silhouette of you is breathing next to me.

~ Taylor Patton

Taylor Patton 3Am Breathing Love Poem Poems Poetry