//Good night\\

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I lay in bed at night. I lay there wondering why they said goodnight.
For me there's nothing good about the night.
All I do is be afraid that I might wake with a fright.
In the night, there are thoughts in my head. Most have wished that I was dead.
I am scared to go to bed. Not cause there's monsters underneath. Cliché, but they are in my head.
In the night. I feel the fright go up my spine. And my thoughts begin to swallow, my brain.
My breathing is sometimes shallow, I shake.
Help I cannot breath.
Help I don't want to sleep.
There's no good in the night, to me.
So please.
Don't feel bad when I don't say "good night." Because To me, there's nothing so 'good' about the night.

Messy messy messy
-Zain

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