Analysis of Thoughts I should write in a journal

I wake up every night around 3 am
It’s a peaceful time to cry myself to sleep.
Quiet, I can finally hear my thoughts clearly
I tell myself I’ll do what I can, I’ll change,
 I’ll work through the pain,
But I wake up it’s another day again
My thoughts go silent, I’m numb
I forget that I’m alone
This sunlight clouds my thoughts,
Only for them to return once more, in the dark,
 When I’m on my own.
At 3am.