Scared

It’s three-thirty in the morning,
And I still keep on writing...
My head is full of tension…
And my heart is full of frustration.

I know I have work in the morning,
I know I have a life to live…
I feel like breaking away everything…
And now I feel like crying!

Why is the world so quiet…
Why ain’t the leaves rustling?
Why is the sky so dark…
Why don’t the dogs bark?

There’s an awkward silence outside,
And I’m scared to look out.
Why does it always happen with?
And I wonder how deep is this cut!