by Jessica Hopkins14 Nov 2019
It’s 5 am. Really, it is.
I’m sleep-deprived, but I stayed up anyway.
I have work tomorrow, but I stayed up anyway.
I don’t know why.
I’m all used up, silent.
unforgiving and entirely impatient.
I can’t be your doormat
I can’t but I will. I just realized how much it
really wrecked me, and left me
just shouting, just screaming
but I can’t feel my lungs anymore. I’m out of air and of effort — all this
energy and this . This care
was drained and I got nothing back .
Just left me
like something less
than a doormat.