What is it about the night that makes it so comforting?
Is it the soft darkness that envelopes you and hides your tearstained cheeks?
Is it because it is the only time you get to be completely you?
Because there are no other people around
No one to judge you
No one to impress
You get to be who you are...do what you need to do
At night is when I can breathe
Breathe and think
Or perhaps cry
If need be
Whatever I want
Night is freedom
The darkness is beautiful
It's like looking into your mind
You can think because all you see is black
And that's ok...
YOU ARE READING
My Depressive Mind
PoetryThis is merely a collection of my thoughts, a glimpse into the insanity that is my mind. Enjoy. *TRIGGER WARNING*
