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
anymore.

I can’t but I will. I just realized how much it

really wrecked me, and left me

alone.

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

lying here

like something less

than a doormat.