Those nights strips away your nerves like wires.
Your body is tired that you can’t move but it’s not tired enough to sleep.
Old regret and suppressed emotions linger into your bloodstream,
and your mind slowly becomes completely toxic.
An empty wall is your only real friend and companion.
Whenever your dying on the inside there is no one around to save you,
But the loneliness is always consistent at least.
Every second passes by like an hour while the silence steals your sanity.
Songs mean nothing to the deaf but that white noise is everything you have.
You’ll finally feel better by sunrise but there is another night waiting.
In the end nothing will always just become nothing.