Midnight

When midnight comes, I find myself as awake as could be. Troubled by haunting thoughts and feelings.

Unable to put them to rest even if I tried. They claw away at my mind, telling me so much

From the faults I see day-in-day out to all those past mistakes. 

They say nothing would ever change, that I am destined to loneliness, to depression, anxiety and more

They say I am not worthy of more

That I shouldn’t live on

When midnight comes, I find tears lulling me to sleep.

When midnight comes, I hope for a better day.

I hope for a day riddled by anything but this life

I hope for life beyond

I hope for the pain to stop.

When midnight comes, I simply wish for it all to end.