At night my room gets louder
even though nothing is making a sound
the walls listen
the ceiling watches
and my thoughts finally stop pretending they are okay
my phone is the only light left on
glowing like a small moon in my hands
everyone else is asleep
but my mind is wide awake
replaying things I never asked to remember
blankets are heavy
but not heavy enough to hold me together
my pillow hold every tear I admit to crying.
the dark feels heavy
like its pressing on my chest
asking questions I dont know how to answer
I try to sleep
but my mind runs marathons at midnight
every memory
lines up
every mistake takes its turn
and I have to sit there and watch
my room feels like a box at night
safe but lonely
quiet but crowded with thoughts
and sometimes I wish morning would come
and save me from myself
Jan 18
Jan 18, 2026 at 3:59 PM UTC
At night my room gets louder
even though nothing is making a sound
the walls listen
the ceiling watches
and my thoughts finally stop pretending they are okay
my phone is the only light left on
glowing like a small moon in my hands
everyone else is asleep
but my mind is wide awake
replaying things I never asked to remember
blankets are heavy
but not heavy enough to hold me together
my pillow hold every tear I admit to crying.
the dark feels heavy
like its pressing on my chest
asking questions I dont know how to answer
I try to sleep
but my mind runs marathons at midnight
every memory
lines up
every mistake takes its turn
and I have to sit there and watch
my room feels like a box at night
safe but lonely
quiet but crowded with thoughts
and sometimes I wish morning would come
and save me from myself
