My throat constricts,
Im fighting against myself,
There is no enemy,
It was just me.
My pillow is soaked,
The rain did not drip through the roof tonight where it usually does,
It was just me.
It was just me,
At midnight,
Hushed,
I hate this,
They run,
and run,
and run.
Feb 21
Feb 21, 2026 at 11:39 PM UTC
My throat constricts,
Im fighting against myself,
There is no enemy,
It was just me.
My pillow is soaked,
The rain did not drip through the roof tonight where it usually does,
It was just me.
It was just me,
At midnight,
Hushed,
I hate this,
They run,
and run,
and run.
