Nights are especially hard,
when everything's quiet.
The hum of the air conditioner,
droning on and on.
Nothing to distract me,
no one to help me.
Nothing to brace my fall,
cushion my descent into madness.
Just me, myself, and the musings of my
Permanently unquiet mind.
Sometimes my thoughts spill onto paper,
bleeding through pages.
Offering a short respite from the weight
of unbearable sanity.
Nights are especially hard,
when almost everything is quiet,
only my spiraling psyche speaks
in this empty room.
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 10:07 AM UTC
Nights are especially hard,
when everything's quiet.
The hum of the air conditioner,
droning on and on.
Nothing to distract me,
no one to help me.
Nothing to brace my fall,
cushion my descent into madness.
Just me, myself, and the musings of my
Permanently unquiet mind.
Sometimes my thoughts spill onto paper,
bleeding through pages.
Offering a short respite from the weight
of unbearable sanity.
Nights are especially hard,
when almost everything is quiet,
only my spiraling psyche speaks
in this empty room.
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