At the end of the night when I lie awake all I think about is you.
The darkness that you bring. The looming feeling that never leaves my side.
You leave me wide awake with all my walls up. Never showing the light. You are the reason I see the night so differently.
Because the nightlight is my daylight.
The never ending feeling of emptiness. The ceiling I know all too well with the night shadows cast on everything in its path.
As I stare into the light of the moon I wonder if I'm alone.
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Shianne Frazier
Depression fills my days with grey skies and dark clouds.
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