the3rdpersonstory

5

Overdose on Nighttime

I wanted a hiding place. 

Scared, ashamed and the darkness spoke softly. 

Naked in the light I hate the sight of myself.

Hate? How did I get to this place? 

The darkness keeps me covered, buries me

Is this what kindness feels like? 

Affirming my fears and holding me tight, 

Will it ever let go and

What about light?

The night is a liar.