Night— Day Eight of NaPoWriMo

Its 10 pm and I’m wide awake,

Its so early, for goodness’ sake.

My family goes on and turns off the light,

They plan on retiring for the night.

Its 11 pm and I call my friend,

I’m exhausted as my work finds no end.

We fill each other on everything that happened in out day,

We talk about everything and never run out of things to say.

Its 12 am and I’m listening to a song,

It helps me relax after a day tiring and long.

I look out the window and see the stars in the sky,

Wonder how insignificant our problems are from a point of view that high.

Its 2 am and I’m talking to him about the people that have hurt me,

He always visits me at this hour of the night you see.

He is thin and pale and almost invisible to the naked eye,

He knows when I’m saying the truth and he knows when I lie.

Its 3 am and in my hand, is a knife.

He tells me to use it, he tells me I don’t deserve this life.

He has full control over me – I don’t know how to think,

I feel my heart beat slow down, a feeling that I’m going to sink.

“Its 3:59 am”, he says out loud,

Even when he talks, its like there is no sound.

I don’t want to be in this world, I sob, I weep, I cry,

“We’ll talk about this tomorrow”, he says, as he bids me goodbye.

Its 4 am and I am unfazed,

Almost as if, my memory was erased.

Unaware that my ghost will never leave,

This is my story no one will ever believe.

—Written by Sanjana Bharadwaj for MTTN

—Featured Image by Shambhavi Sanjay