Here's to another night.
The flush of pain seems to silently stares at me through the door already closed.
Somehow, it can always escape and haunt me - and nobody sees it.
It's getting harder to look away - how can't they see it?!
The glass of the window next to me mirrors my inside.
It's cold outside, but so much harder to breath inside.
Here's to another night.
Here's to another #endo flare-up.
"You shiver when the wind blows
Through doors that lost their keys
There's too little to rescue, too little to hang on to"
