During the day, all is fine
The smile remains on my face
But at night the pillow is stained
With black tears like the waves
Of sadness that wash over my feet
And try to knock me down
Each night I wonder why I am
Still here, what is the purpose
Of life anymore
And sometimes the scars appear
To fade and all seems perfectly
Fine, okay
But as each nightmare never
Foreseen becomes reality
That haunts me when I should
Be asleep, the waves become stronger
And become one with the sky, with
My mind that tortures me constantly
Scars are reopened but deeper this
Time and new wounds are inflicted
Each day in my sight I see new
Nightmares to haunt me at night
And finally I lay down so
The waves can wash over me
In my non-sleep nights
Okay, fine
