Night is supposed to be
time when you rest.
The part of the day
that makes you feel best.
The time you have dreams to
hold close to your chest.
Why is this never my story?
My enemy came back.
My parents betrayed me.
My boyfriend and best friend
consistently break me.
It's fake but it no longer
feels that way to me.
Night loses all of its glory.
I guess it is time that I give up on sleeping
and stare at my walls til the morning.