I hide in the darkness
To block out my past,
I hide from the day
To keep my mind sane.

When my quill touches the paper
My soul mixes with ink,
It forms letters and writes poems,
About the storm inside of me.

I love the night for the stars in the sky,
Yet I hate it for the thoughts that come to mind...
Thoughts of doubt while sleep won't find me,
Thoughts of inadequacy weighing on me.
That's why I lie awake, wishing to see stars instead
And I ask myself a question:
Just when will these thoughts end?

My mind is a cage
To keep my thoughts safe
So I don't blurt things out
That are best left unsaid.

Lately none of my dream remain,
As I open my eyes, they fly away,
Can’t remember one of them,
Wish I could remember a soothing dream.

The night is dark and full of terrors,
Demons waking in the shadows,
Armed with claws and fletching teeth,
Spreading loneliness and fear.

No one would know of the battles they fought,
Their tear tracks long dried after they cried alone again at night.
Their demon woke in the darkness, taunting and teasing,
Their mind fought them fiercely, trying not to give in.
Night for night they struggled, they didn’t want to cease fighting,
but even the strongest would give in,
If their sanity was leaving.