Everyone thinks I go to bed at 10
Little do they know that's when I awake
The real me, inner me, little voice inside my head that can't be hushed
all come out to say hello
Screaming and filling my head with terrible thoughts
It's in these next hrs that my friend comes to visit, my blade
The type of friend who you don't have to say anything to, he just understands
Helps me cope with the stress, loneliness, and numbness I feel  
I'll bleed out all my secrets and he's there to listen, never missing a drop
In the morning my friends will still be with me, just quieter, whispering,
But tomorrow night they'll be back loud and clear and we will talk again