I stare into the night,
Trying to breathe breaths of relief,
The moon and stars my only light,
I am thankful for the dark,
It hides the deepest demons,
They do not hide in the external world,
These monsters do run.
They chase us where we can not hide,
And where this is, is deep inside.
But still I feel alive,
Happiness is easily worn away,
And non-dark feeling tend not to stay,
I tell myself I'm normal,
How can I be normal when I am made up of sadness.