I wake up to face my mistakes

Worried about what I'll mess up later on

Fearing the darkness that seems to have its grip on me. 

I move on through the day, 

a mask on my face, 

trying to ignoring reality. 


But later at night, when all is quiet

My thoughts creep back in

I slowly feel my sanity slipping away through the cracks of my fingers,

My fears filling its empty place. 

Good thoughts drifting away, 

all hopefulness evaporates. 


My eyelids slowly close,

as my thoughts slow down. 

But all the bad things

Find their places in my dreams. 

The demons coming in to fight,

But I'm not strong enough to fight back. 

The stains of my tears

Evident on my face by morning. 

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