1 am.
I'm still barely breathing.
My chest, heaving.
My tears, streaming.
My mind, wishes to be dreaming.
1 am.
I'm still barely sleeping.
My heart is aching.
My hands are shaking.
My body is quaking.
My soul is hating,
What you do to me.
What you did to me.
1 am.
I'm still barely breathing.
But I am still pretending,
Breathing as if everything is perfect.
