It's always at night,
When those dark thoughts start creeping in.
When my friends are fast asleep and I'm alone in the dark.
They pray on my fears and my insecurities,
Making feel worthless and most of the time I believe them to be true
Because its what it feels like,
That no one cares,
That I annoy everyone,
That Im unlovable.
Maybe they aren't true
But at night
Where dark thoughts live
They crush me to pieces.
Leaving me picking up the mess on my own.
The dark has teeth,
Maybe not as monsters under our beds
But as the terrors in our heads
So at night I'll tare myself apart,
To smile and laugh with my friends in the day
All while picking up the pieces of my self shattered heart
YOU ARE READING
poems from a Boy who doesn't write poems
Poetrythese are some poems I've written when I couldn't figure out any way else to get out what I was feeling.
