It’s always the worst at night.
The silence.
The pain.
They go hand in hand to create the perfect storm.
The night is when the relief is supposed to come, like the eye of a hurricane.
So why does it only cause me more pain?
The unanswered questions make the voices scream in anguish,
A constant war being fought inside my mind.
The battles always stop when the sun comes up,
But the war seems never-ending.
Like a puzzle with a missing piece,
Desperately trying to find it so I can understand.
So I can stop all the “I wonder…”
Stop all the “what ifs…”
Stop all the “what did I do?”
Until I find the answers I can’t stop asking the questions.
Until I find the answers I can’t stop the wondering and I can’t stop the pain.
It’s always the worst at night.
It’s when the monsters come out.
Instead of being in the closet or hiding under the bed,
They’ll forever stay with me in my head.
So I wait till morning.
When the world comes alive and the silence ends.
When the pain dulls and the voices stop.
The battles have ended and the monsters inside my head are gone.
So for now I stop the wondering.
I stop asking the never ending questions that have no answers.
I simply stop, for I know that the questions will be waiting in the nighttime.
Like I said,
It’s always the worse in the nighttime.
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