At night is when i think. When the darkness crawls in and seems to never leave. When the heartbreak wraps me in a blanket of pain. And tries to caress me with sweet little lies. I feel as though it screams so loudly even with it's tone so soft and low it's almost inaudible. I beg for the days to end. And yet i wake each morning with hope that the darkness may leave me without the scars to show it was there to begin with...
