In the night, I try to sleep.

In the night, my eyes may close, my body may rest, but my mind and heart stay awake.

In the night, my essence becomes different entities, and the lie that I wear each day is suppressed.

In the night, honesty attacks, and wraps his arms around me in a tight embrace, and I start to suffocate.

In the night, thoughts I've never thought before, terrify me, and make me fall victim to the inevitable.

In the night, solitude and lonely become two different friends; the latter being nocturnal and I am his prey.

In the night, I feel everything about me under a constant firestorm, someone unknown is attacking, but there's only one person in the room.

In the night, I question so many things that should never be pondered, but answers are a feast that my ravenous mind cannot consume.

In the night, I am afraid.

In the night, I feel as though it will never get better but,

In the morning, the lie heals.