The darkness

I sit in my room in the darkness. 

In the dark I can’t see the demons because the penetrating monochromatic rays slices through them.

And so I became friends with the night.

But the nights lonely. I could be surrounded by 100 people in the day but as night falls I still feel lonely, like I’m lacking communication.

I could be told “ I love you “ before going to bed.And still lay in the darkness believing no one will ever love me; believing I will always be replaced.

I could be called beautiful that day but as the darkness draws in I will still lay there empty : feeling ugly. 

I’ve made night and darkness my best friend and my enemy all at once without realising it , so now the darkness is in my day too. It never goes away.