Lies

It’s 7.00 am and I’m lying wide awake on my bed.
He had just left.
Leaving me in the silence.
It stings my ears, hurts my brain.
The ceiling is closing down on me.
My breaths were uneven, unsteady.
I’m laying still, but my head is turning around.
A pair on invisible hands ripped my clothes off.
Clenching my heart tightly until it bursts.
From the peripherals, I could see the sun sets already.
How long have I stayed here, between life and death?

It’s 7.01 am and I’m lying wide awake on my bed.
Did I sleep or didn’t I?

Lies