Slowly growing cold , my heart is aching and slowly trying to shield it self.
Long night filled with pain and loneliness.
You are out having fun.
Anxiety comes from nowhere and my stomach starts turning.
Around and around anxiety twirls til up my throat.
in slow motion I run to the bathroom
Every regret, hurt and loneliness starts coming up.
It is 2 AM and I’m sick , and you are out.