Trouble

I hate night time When I go and lay for the attempt at sleep But when I go it’s not sleep that’s on my mind My mind sets off to find things to ponder on I can’t control it I feel as if he’s sitting in my head playing the video game of my thoughts and feelings and refuses to put the controller down for a break It’s the main reason I tend to stay up until 1 AM Or 2...or 3 I can’t rest with all the negativity pounding and racing through my all so delicate mind When I most need a person to help me through it, Nobody's there No one ever is It’s always that one person who seems a million miles away There presence that was once there has vanished Abandoned. Out of place. Nowhere to go. Except into the cold space in your bed Letting the darkness swallow your heart