Reading the Poem I Wrote at 3 A.M. Press enter or click to view image in full size Photo by Matteo Costa on Unsplash Some memories don’t disappear. They just become quieter. A few days ago, I came across a poem I wrote in October 2025. Back then, I was going through one of the hardest periods of my life. I was struggling with depression and insomnia. Most nights, I stayed awake until morning. Even during the day, I would only sleep for a few hours. My studies were falling apart.