Every night I measure every grief I met
With my eyes.
I wonder if it weighs like mine,
Or has an easier size.

It feels so old pain,
It haunts me every night,
I wish someone had warned me when I was a child.

Now I stay up all night and cry,
The ghost of all the pain and everything I lost,
Comeback every night to haunt me.

I'm kept awake by endless chatter of my inner self.
Talking of old hurts,
While anxieties resound throughout me in multitudes.

I could be calm all day long,
But as it gets dark,
My mind roits.
The haunting memories ,
Change me into an emotionless monster every night.