Midnight Thoughts

A Blissful Nightmare

Clock strikes 12 everyone's prepared

Sweet dreams and goodnights exchanged

Then they leave you all alone

You sure about that though?

Is that a monster under your bed?

Or is it just hiding in your head?

Waiting to plague your nights

With blissfully painful thoughts

Ones that can't be told

Nor can be fought

Scratches on the walls of your head

Begging to be expressed

You still want to go to sleep?

Don't bother screaming for help

Cause we both know they always win

And you make it easy by keeping them hidden

After all who wants to know about your every night self-reflection?

Or more like, self-destruction

Are you an overthinker?

Maybe an attention seeker?

Replaying events over and over in your head

Making sure you hadn't said anything stupid

But, of course you have!

Because if not,

Then why did they laugh?

Clock strikes 5 and there you go!

You survived another night of torment and self-loath