While they worry me all through the day

At night, it's different

At night, they gather, a myriad in number, their untamed powers know no somber

As the distraction that the day brings is absent, they show their strength, for at night they
are most persistent

The voices in my head, they sweep away my resistance

My voice of reason gets weaker
And in their presence logic bicker

They tell me I am not worth much

They ask me who has ever fought for me, or treated my love as something worth cherishing

They show me memories of all the days my hopes were crushed

They show me the days when my faith wasn't much

They ask me if I believe that life was worth living

They hit me over with words that leave my faith, dreams and hopes shattered and I lay curled up, unable to move under the weight of my own mind, battered

I never knew my own mind could ruin me so. I never knew
© MizaR