At three a.m. in the morning

I lay in my bed and ponder about the world

And if it will ever end

How it seems as if it already has ended for me countless times in my past

But then I forget about my pain

Until days like today

At three a.m.

I become enveloped by my own complex thoughts again

I cannot ever seem to understand them at this hour

I cannot ever seem to be in control of where my thoughts will go

I do not have that power

But at three a.m.

I hear a soft melody out in the hallways of my home

It is a tune I have never heard before

And surprisingly, I am not afraid

But I do stay glued in place

On my bed is where I stay

I hear the faint sound of someone breathing outside of my locked door

As if they have ran miles and miles just to play a song here for me tonight

And their hands run across piano keys unceasingly

Unrelentingly

So I find it hard to fall asleep

This mattress is hurting my back

This pillow does not support my neck

I am wide awake as ever staring at my bedroom door

As this song grows louder and louder

Until it feels as if this noise is surrounding me

And seeping into the pores of my skin

And becoming one with me and my being

The noise is okay; the noise is better than silence

I better have it this way than that

Forced to think back to all the times

I’ve both witnessed and experienced violence

The piano now sounds as if it is right outside my door

It’s not a faint sound anymore but rather a screeching cry

Each key and each note has some kind of message behind it

If you listen closely, you won’t miss it

“I am alone, I always have been, I always will be!” I hear.

Tears well up in my eyes

Knowing very well what this song speaks of

“This is all the noise I’ve ever wanted to make, but couldn’t have though I very much should have. I’ve been silent for far too long so here, listen! Listen to my song!”