I Hurt At Night

I hurt at night, in the quiet and dark, I hurt with the earth, stars and moon, Alone and empty, torn apart from inside, I pick at my emotional wound, And I can’t hide away, pretend it’s OK, Can’t hide it behind a fake smile, At night I’m alone to answer to me, I’m the judge judging over my trial, “You see, I was in love, your honour, dumb, stupid love, But ‘Love’, it never loved me back, So ‘Love’ threw me out, like a small paper doll, My love was under attack,” My love made me say some horrible things, Some things that should never be said, So now, every night, in this cold silent room, These thoughts battle inside of my head.