3 In the Morning.

For Awhile now
I wake up at 3 in
the morning.
I hate it.
It disturbs my sleep
and the next day
I feel like a zombie.
I used to wake up
at 3 and think of
you. I would cry.
How is he?
Is he happy?
Is He with the
girl he loves?
I know you
never thought
about me.
You told me.
I told you
I loved you.
I thought you would
say it back.
You did not.
I have always been
the Substitute person.
The person in between,
until a man found
someone else.
For you I was
that substitute person.
Men love my life.
They want to be a
part of the fun.
But they never
love me, just me.
I am not hurting this time,
at 3 in the morning.
Everyday the
pain gets more tolerable.
but now I wake up
wondering , Why do
I keep waking up?
Its a habit.
Just like loving you was.
A bad Habit.
Hopefully soon my body
will release, this bad
habit...
so I can sleep through
the night and not
get up at 3 in the morning.