it’s 2 am.
the gutters are draining outside my window.
the lights are on.
silent, i lay there. Thinking and worrying.
it’s 2 am.
It’s my fault again. The screams get louder.
the lights are on.
the people grow louder. My ears are bleeding.
it’s 2 am.
I get a message. I respond to it, crying and paranoid
the lights are on.
my eyes become red. my vision blurs.
it’s 2 am.
i hear laughter. laughing at me. laughing at it.
the lights are on.
the lantern slowly dies out. people suffocate it.
it’s 2 am.
outrage, grief, disgust, anger.
the lights flicker.
i hide my voice to stop them. until it is complete. until i can love.
it’s 2:10 am.
my room is silent. the rain has started.
the wind making it sound like a snowstorm.
the fan is clicking, the house isn’t silent.
but my eyelids get heavy. they are tired of being.
the lights are on.