2 am and we're still awake. We're all fighting a silent battle, something between us and our shattered souls. We're drowning with tears but no one to call; drowning but nobody knows.

2 am, the time when the monsters are asleep. The time when our monsters are awake.

5 am, got no sleep. At least a cup of tea will wake my soul, but which among the pieces of it?

7 am we're going to school. Mama told me so I'll grow up intelligent, but why is everyone keeps telling me that I grew up being the opposite.

One whole day, walking through the loud crowds in the hallway. The popular, the smart ones, the cool ones, and I'm, well - I'm no one.

One whole day wasted dreaming while awake of the things that may happen but won't.

6 pm and the first thing I saw was two persons fighting. All I could think of is, 'what if I start running?'

7 pm and my mind is fuzzy. Doodling at the back of my head, help me. Oh, what a day for you and me. All I can really hear is save me, save me.

Read again from the first paragraph and you'll see, what happens every midnight, what happens to me. An unending of reality. Unending cycle living with anxiety.



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