Poetics heartfelt expression.

That exact night.

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That night, I cried myself to sleep,
Waiting for your call, but my phone never rang.
At my lowest, I clung to hope—just one call,
One moment to bring me peace. But you never did.

I questioned myself endlessly, one word repeating:
"Why?"
Over and over, as the weight of despair pressed against my chest.
I gasped for air, barely breathing, tears staining my face.

Memories—dark, relentless—flooded in.
Happy moments? I couldn’t recall a single one.
My mind, a traitor, silenced joy, leaving only pain.

My body trembled; I felt it coming.
Panic. Anxiety.
A storm within seconds.

I cried silently, music and crickets filling the void.
I wanted to scream, to throw, to let go.
But I couldn’t move. I only stared at the wall.

Then I thought of my parents.
"If they were here, would I be happy? Would they?
Would they have stayed, or would they have left sooner?"
I needed them. I needed help.

No, I wanted help.
"Please."
I whispered into the emptiness, scared and alone.

But the truth clawed at me:
No one was coming. It was just me.
My own mind tearing me apart.

That night started with one thing,
One trigger, one moment.
And now, it’s enough to make me hate,
To make me resent him.