Night is the time for weakness
when it's okay to cry,
to scream until your mouth is sour,
to let your facade die.
In the corner your bedroom
no one can see your pain,
and no one will ever hear
what you shout inside your brain.
Night is the time for healing,
for your mind to rest and grow,
when your days are all too stressful,
and your self-love is too low.
Alone inside the darkness
you can seek and find your way,
so when the sun is rising
you'll get through another day.
