The night* knows my secrets.
The night knows my past.
The night knows my memories.
The night knows my dreams.

The night* knows me too well,
almost better than I know myself.

The night has witnessed my lows,
all the tears, all my inner fears.

The night has seen me collapse,
more than a thousand times.

Relapse, smile, repeat.

That's become a routine.

Smile, cry, sleep.

It helps, but only so much.

No one sees my emotions collide,
except the oh so peaceful night.

Smiling is painful at times,
which is why I adore the night,
the cold breeze putting me at ease,
until my tears are dried up and I fall asleep.

Looking at those stars in the sky,
how they shine ever so bright,
they have become a comfort,
*along with the beautiful night.