4 AM Thoughts

Every night is the same,
Every day goes exactly as the one
Before it and I’m stuck in a cycle
That never ends.
I’m surrounded by the same people
I have all the same friends and
I’m feeling restless.
It could just be my legs that can’t
Seem to stay still but I think,
I might want something to change.
I want to go somewhere and
Not come back
I want the people around me,
To not be on drugs.
I want them to care about me
As much as they care for themselves.
I want to not worry about money
Or how I’m going to pay rent
I don’t want to stress over the power
Again.
I’m tired of crawling into plastic bags
I’m worried one day --
I won’t climb out of them.
It’s just like every other night
She pulls out  her spoon,
I look at her with tears in my eyes,
“Yeah, I’m tired too.”
But -- where would I go?
I need to get out of here soon.