Late at night,
All I have are my thoughts.
There's always a fight
Over the good and bad.

Memories are the most powerful of all.
Some will let me rise up,
Others may be my downfall.
Most leave me in tears.

Closing my eyes,
I think back.
Back to my cries,
And my darkest hours.

The time when my knot was at its tightest,
I think back
When I wanted the monsters silenced.
These are my memories.

But, I'm still here,
Am I not?
Thank you for lending me your ears and eyes,
In my story shared by too many.