Three years ago it was midnight that kept me captured

Trapped voices crawling in my head

Slithering possibilities attacking my bed

Three years ago they'd last

Till a birds song pierced, and set me free.

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One year later, confused and cold, they'd still come

Except 1 am was when they'd raid my mind

6 lights on in my room, still they'd find

Some darkness left to lurk in

It wouldn't be till daylight, that I shut my eyes.

...............

For a while, they went away.

For a while I held the 8 hours

Beautiful

Sleep required;

To keep me sane.

But they came again.

..............

Clawing all my perfect excuses

Spitefully making noises unexplained

Mostly I locked up myself and was brave, but

Sometimes Id let them have their way

And scream, cry, and kick for day.

....................

One year ago, I learnt a routine

I stripped apart everything dark,

Every corner in my room

And slammed on smiles, scribbled lies.

Learnt to wait patiently for sunrise.

...........

Last night it was 4am that held me

Pinned me down to my dissolving bed

Stretched the covers around every inch

Laughed sadistically at my broken head

Didn't wake up, Ran away instead.

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Now the scratching only numbs at day

Now the sleep I need, only is

One

Light

Away.

And I swear, I'm only

One

Night

Away.

From going crazy.

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It's a bit melodramatic, I know, but it's just how I feel about what I call my "night attacks" when I explained to my sister she said I probably just suffer from mild paranoia. Like That's Alright, then. Let me know what you think.