Dark nights to spend alone,
are all I've ever had or known.
I lay my body down to rest,
Then feel my heart sink in my chest.
While no ones there to care,
My life is hard to bare.
So I lay in the dark and stare,
Thinking about my past and suicidal dares.
Sleep doesn't come easy to the wretched and wicked,
So I accept this is my life and that I picked it.
It may get better someday.
But as for now, it'll stay the same way.
The same as it is when I cry or moan,
the lonely voice I hear is only mine alone.