the night is the only time
true feelings come to life
the pain and sorrow that you bury deep inside

the love you yearn for, but will never reach
the gruesome words you want to speak
the numbness you secretly crave, but can't achieve

on good nights, you think of the happiness you have
the love of your mother, your lover, but why does it make you mad?
and you pull your hair out, questioning why you're always sad

the crippling anxiety that flows through your veins
you can feel the silence echoing in your brain
wondering if life is just a cruel game

and then it dawns, and you realize you haven't slept
good or bad, you didn't care, you only wept
your hands clutched tightly around your neck