
Even when I wake up
In the middle of the night
To use the bathroom,
I’m still seeing those
White walls,
Hearing those
Desperate cries,
Feeling those
Glaring eyes.
It’s suffocating.
There’s no way out of this grief.
Even when I wake up
In the middle of the night
To use the bathroom,
I’m still seeing those
White walls,
Hearing those
Desperate cries,
Feeling those
Glaring eyes.
It’s suffocating.
There’s no way out of this grief.