Insomnia

The middle of the night is full of stillness;

the time when shadows dwell

and nightmares come out to play.

It is the time when your mind

is ripe with doubts and worries,

which grow uncontrollably at alarming rates.

It is not for the faintest of hearts,

nor is it for cowards who cannot

make peace with themselves.

Loneliness creeps in and reminds you

that you ARE alone,

that no one is going to save you.

There are no hands that will reach out to help you.

There is no one next to you that will cuddle you into dreamland.

There is no one.

What to do?

Music provides no respite,

it's only a melodic emptiness.

Your heart is vacant,

door swung wide open,

because everyone has sucked it dry.

Everyone rushed in, to take pieces of you

that you didn't know were even up for grabs.

And no one has the decency to give a shit

that you're bleeding;

That this was you in your rawest form,

being vulnerable enough to help them.

And all you received in return

was darkness and deceit.

all cleverly hidden behind the guise of compliments.