Isn't it funny how

The nicest people
Are the saddest,

The kindest people
Hurt the most,

The happiest people
Have experienced the most pain,

And the most helpful people
Are the most lonely?

You speak such sweet words

But

Between the
'I love you's
And the
'You're beautiful's

We both know what you really want

I want to know what colour your eyes are
But every time I look at you,
You're already looking at me.

2 am is a time for
the guilty,
the lonely
and the scared.

2 am holds an emptiness.
A hole that cannot be filled by food or water,
But only can be filled by the thing you long for the most.



2 am is not for the weak.

2 am is for those that have been strong for too long.

I used to be afraid of the dark
I used to think that there were horrible things
Lurking in the shadows

Creatures waiting to take you
Ghosts waiting to scare you
Monsters waiting to hurt you



I did not know
That these horrible things
Are really inside my head



It's not the creatures that will take me
It's the darkness that consumes me

It's not the ghosts that will scare me
It's the sudden realisations that frighten me

It's not the monsters that will hurt me
It's the pain and hatred that makes me hurt myself




I was never really afraid of the dark



I was afraid of the devils my brain had created