I cry at night,
In the middle of the night,
In the middle of the darkness.
Because I am alone,
Maybe not always but usually,
And no helping hand has yet been offered to me.
I cry at night,
When the lights are out
And the people are sleeping because
No one is awake.
No one is awake and the piercing
Silence and black shadows
Offer me the comfort that family
Rarely supported me with.
Why give her a hug when you can give her a Twinkie instead?
I cry at night,
While the stars twinkle and blink at me
While I wish upon these very stars
To drop me in a better life,
I can almost here them
Wishing upon me,
Depending on me for some ungodly reason
And I am alone again,
For the mocking lessens.
I cry at night
When the opportunity is fresh,
And the tears are moistening my pillow
Because my bed offers me
The comfort no one else could.
While the cats hiss and claw each other
And occasionally rub up against
A torn feeling of mine.
In a bed of lint and sinkholes,
That is where my succor is
And where sleep is thoroughly welcomed,
Since it is rejected everywhere else.
I cry at night,
So others won't have to.
I'll cry for my parents and siblings,
And damn near anybody else
I may be related to.
I cry for if I didn't
No one would.
I cry at night,
For the day is full of sunlight,
And I don't feel like
Jumping upon that ray of joy.
I don't feel the happy.