A.M

It is the hour like this where she feels lonely the most. As the clock ticks each second, her mind goes deeper and deeper. The world around her begins to darken as her heart goes tighter and tighter, as if someone is trying to stop it from beating. Her eyes start to sink as her tears rise.. and suddenly drops one by one. She wonders if it was love she ever felt and conquered. She wonders if she was loved truly by anyone - or least to say - anything. As each second keeps on going; as her mind keeps on thinking; as her eyes keep on tearing, she wonders if it's even worth living. All she feels is sadness crippling through her veins and rushing into her brain.
Why does she feel this way... if all she ever did was love life?  Isn't it unfair to her as all these thoughts happen to crush her into bits of pieces and leave her wondering if it's even worth living..... if all she ever did was love life? Maybe she's an overthinker, and maybe overthinking can be an illness sometimes, but she -  or no one - deserves to feel that way.
It is the hour like this where she feels lonely the most; when everyone's asleep in their dreams while she's wide awake in her thoughts writing something like this.