5AM.

And when the night comes crashing down,

I have to pray

to be able

to get up again.

And fight for air, 

With each breath.

Because my brain,

Is overheating.

And the point,
of all this living
Is getting blurry.

Please tell me,

How do you do

To die a little death

Every night

But beg for the chance of life

Every morning?