When night rears its head,

My mind takes over.

Telling me that nothing matters,

That I, myself don’t matter.

Gravestones call out my name.

Don’t let them take me away.

I pushed through the first calling,

they won’t leave me alone, until they have my bones.

I cry all night,

and come out with bruises.

The dailey battle drains you,

and I won’t let them take me away.

It’s brutal sit here and not tell anyone,

to cry in agony. To not be able to the pain away.

Ever since the first incident,

I’ve changed.

I haven’t stop fighting,

no matter how loud the gravetones call out my name.

I have hope now,

no matter the pain you feel.

I told you days before the incident.

“They call out my name ever night.

I feed into them,

I listen to them.”

Now, a year later, I tell you

“They call for my bones,

Begging for me to go

But they won’t, never again.”