The night time


I fear the night
I fear the confrontation that comes with it
The weight it bears
The isolation
I fear the night
No
I hate the night
I hate the night because it rips my stitches
It opens up my wounds
It lets me bleed
Enveloped in its dark claws it crushes my soul
It burns my spirit
It mocks me
Renders me weak
I hate the night
The dark that comes with it
The suffering
It feeds off of it
Like a demon sword
It carries with it the pain and sorrow
It smells like death
It slashes my heart and forces me to feel
I hate the night
Because the night time hurts
No
I hate the night because it lies
It makes me open up and promises healing
But each night the pain grows big
Every bandage ripping causes more strain than the last
I hate the night
It brings it all back
Blocks all entries and forces me to face it
No.
I don't hate the night
I hate the thing it reflects inside me
The thing that feels
The heart that allows pain to taunt me
And the brain that saves the memories of my suffering
I hate the hope I have
The hope that one day I will pull out the stitches and feel nothing
I hate it all
No.
I fear it
I am okay

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