It’s 2am, and I’ve never felt more alone.
It’s 2am, and all I can think of is the sun rising back home.
I’m still learning how to let go, I’m still learning how to be on my own. No one said it’d be easy, but I didn’t think I’d ever find myself so deep in an abyss.
I want to cry, I want to scream, but I’m scared no one will hear me. I don’t admit it, but it’s just not working for me.
It’s not a phase, it’s not the darkness before dawn, maybe this is all it’s ever going to be. Maybe I’ll never find my way out, because there is no ‘out’.
I feel myself losing grip, I feel myself slipping, and I don’t know what lies ahead.
It wasn’t always this way, I remember a ray of light peeking through but now it’s gone so I’ve started to trust darkness more.
I’ve been trying to find familiarity in strange rooms. I’ve been trying to find comfort in the arms of strangers. But it never feels like home, and I’m afraid it never will.
The life I left behind, it calls out to me. It’s calling me home.
And all I can think of is the sun rising back home.