My bed is comfortable
My pillow is soft
My blankets are warm
These are not the problem
These are not the reasons I wake up petrified
It is the horrors, the demons
That scream and torment my soul
No matter the volume of my screams
No matter then pain behind my tears
They always return
"You are weak" "You will never be happy"
"You will never be loved"
I scream and cry into the night
Not because I'm scared but because I know they're right
