It was just a Wednesday night,
my world split open.
Yet by the morning, I had to wake up.
Nothing paused.
No one asked why my eyes were hollow.
It was just a Wednesday night,
sleep slipped through my shaking hands;
shock pressing firmly against my ribs.
Yet outside, everything carried on,
as if that moment was etched in stone and left behind.
It was just a Wednesday night,
I collapsed inside myself,
but they still expected me to stand.
They noticed my slow pace,
but never the weight I dragged behind me.
It was just a Wednesday night,
no one heard the ounce of emptiness in my chest.
Then the breeze turned colder,
and sunlight dimmed to a dying glow,
And I had to walk that path again.
But to the world,
it was still just a Wednesday night.
Nov 9, 2025
Nov 9, 2025 at 8:00 AM UTC
It was just a Wednesday night,
my world split open.
Yet by the morning, I had to wake up.
Nothing paused.
No one asked why my eyes were hollow.
It was just a Wednesday night,
sleep slipped through my shaking hands;
shock pressing firmly against my ribs.
Yet outside, everything carried on,
as if that moment was etched in stone and left behind.
It was just a Wednesday night,
I collapsed inside myself,
but they still expected me to stand.
They noticed my slow pace,
but never the weight I dragged behind me.
It was just a Wednesday night,
no one heard the ounce of emptiness in my chest.
Then the breeze turned colder,
and sunlight dimmed to a dying glow,
And I had to walk that path again.
But to the world,
it was still just a Wednesday night.
painful memories
