It is dark.
Awake, I stare,
Into the air.
Enemies inside
Feel real and bedside.
For internal demons become louder yet.

It is dark.
Still, all around,
But internally bound;
Forced to recall
Revolving miss-calls.
For mistakes are repeated to be seen.

It is dark.
Unstable, I wait,
For the message gate.
Looking for validation.
Suicidal ideation.
For I tire of the fight.

It is dark.
Adrenaline, heart erratic
Fight or flight enacted.
Need to runaway
Far-far away.
For to stay would be too much.

It is dark.
Bright, the moon,
Akin to self gloom.
Night sky galaxies
In all their fantasies.
For escaping seems so hard.

It is dark.
Inside my head, midnight demons
Look to prey-on.
Hellish self-mutilation
Seems sole solution.
For self-punishment must be given.

It is dark.
In my mind
All the time.
Unable to mend
All the pain.
For I am alone in the fight inside my head.

It is dark.
For each are alone in ones fights within their heads.
It is dark.
For the strength to overcome comes from within oneself.
It is dark.