It’s the middle of the night, I should be sleeping.

Everyone else is asleep, it’s just me. No one to go to.

Raindrops on the roof, city lights shining.

Things that usually comfort me, can’t.

My heart begins to race.

Sadness turns to anger, breath shortens, blood boils.

I have to force myself to forget.

I just want to sleep, I want to escape.

I mourn my youthful days, when I didn’t know feelings like this existed.

I can’t even remember why I get upset in the first place, I just am.

Soon the pain becomes too much I exhaust myself to the point of sleep.

Then I sleep.

And I dream.

But I have to wake up.

And it begins again.