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Three a.m…
I hear them again.

Floorboard creaks
Clock says three
Shadows lean
Closer to me

Cold breath blooms
Right by my ear
Soft voice says
"I'm still here"

Walls don’t move but they listen
Every sound feels rehearsed
I hold my breath in the silence
Waiting to see which fear comes first

Are you real, night visitors
Tracing names on my skin like a prayer
When the sun climbs over my window
You all vanish like you were never there
Are you real, night visitors
Or pieces of my heart in the dark
When I wake I only feel the weight
Of something sleeping just under the mark

Three a.m., brain wired, eyes wide open
Every sound in the house feels coded, unspoken
I don’t see ghosts, I see patterns in stress
Memories stacking up, dressed like a mess
Every creak’s a question I don’t wanna ask
Every shadow feels like it’s wearing my past
I tell myself “breathe, it’s just in your head”
But the silence talks louder than anything said

Heartbeat syncing with the hum in the wall
Like something’s pacing every step that I stall
I’m not scared of what’s hiding under the bed
I’m scared of what’s living inside my head

Curtain moves
Windows closed
Silhouette
Where my clothes go

Footsteps fade
Down the hall
Every frame
Turns to face the wall

I know these rooms, I know this place
But it feels like someone borrowed my space

Are you real, night visitors
Tracing names on my skin like a prayer
When the sun climbs over my window
You all vanish like you were never there
Are you real, night visitors
Or pieces of my heart in the dark
When I wake I only feel the weight
Of something sleeping just under the mark

If this is grief then it learned how to speak
If this is fear then it don’t let me sleep
I replay nights like a tape stuck rewind
Same thoughts, same ghosts, different state of mind
I talk to myself just to drown out the noise
Every memory sharp like it wants a voice
I don’t bleed, but it still feels raw
Like something knocking that I locked the door on

I count breaths, count cracks in the ceiling
Try to name what I’m actually feeling
If you’re real, then step into the light
If you’re not — then why do you stay every night?

Maybe it's grief in a white dress
Maybe it's fear in an old coat
Maybe it's you
Or just my own breath
Writing stories in the moon’s throat

Don’t touch me —
Just stay where I can see you.
That’s worse.

Are you real, night visitors
Stay with me till the morning decides
If you're only dust in an aching mind
Or the ones who wait just beyond my eyes
Are you real, night visitors
If I call out, do you hear my name?
When the light breaks into this room
I’m never sure what part of me stays

Morning comes, but the question stays.
Some things don’t leave —
they just learn how to hide.