At night is when it's bad
They come without warning
The nightmares come, making me sad
Making me cry from midnight to morning
Him slitting his wrists
It seems so real
Him disappearing into a mist
With a pain inside that won't ever heal
I can't get rid of the images
Of him about to jump
off a building causing his life to be finished
Taking my heart with him with a loud thump
Him in a coffin
The picture won't go away
It causes me to cry every so often
Making it hard to get through the day
So there you know
What I deal with at night
The nights are slow
With me crying and hoping to see the light.
Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 2:54 PM UTC
At night is when it's bad
They come without warning
The nightmares come, making me sad
Making me cry from midnight to morning
Him slitting his wrists
It seems so real
Him disappearing into a mist
With a pain inside that won't ever heal
I can't get rid of the images
Of him about to jump
off a building causing his life to be finished
Taking my heart with him with a loud thump
Him in a coffin
The picture won't go away
It causes me to cry every so often
Making it hard to get through the day
So there you know
What I deal with at night
The nights are slow
With me crying and hoping to see the light.
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