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Oct 2018
at night
it all feels too much
like the inviting darkness of my mind is used to the lack of light in my room
like the hums of my fan murmuring suicidal songs to me
this fear is all too real
so much more open in the loneliness of an echo of silence hitting each corner of my brain
my endless pain feels much more at night
my thoughts are so much scarier when alone and in the dark
no one there for me
nothing to distract me
it’s all a bit too much at night
Pure of Stars
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Pure of Stars  16/F/i don’t know
(16/F/i don’t know)   
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