The night is a world
Different from the one we live in
It is peaceful, perfect really
The sound of the piano flowing through the air
The way the sun shines red on the wall
It's your world, and only yours
All the misery is left in a place we cant find
Not at night
The moments you never want to forget
Are all made after the sun has left for the first time
YOU ARE READING
2 am
PoetryTW:// DEPRESSION AND SELF-HARM, SOME TALK OF DEATH This book isnt something you'd want to read. I hope it isn't. It's just a piece of my mind shoved onto paper
