it was 3 am
and I called you
and told you
how I wanted to die
but didn't know how to.

You were the first person
who listened
and stayed on the phone
until the sun came up
and I could breathe again.

You were always there
even when I was so far gone.
You cared
and you stayed
through all the sleepless nights.

I'm not sure why
I ever let you go.
I guess it was just a sign
that I was getting worse.

It's 3am now in early June
and I want to die more than ever
but there is no one to call
and I don't remember
the sound of your voice
the time of the sunrise.