My darkest hours

I sit still in the prime of my darkest hours 

While my presence scene calm and serene

The happiness of my personality overpowers 

And leave the sadness of my soul unseen

I often say I'm tired 

But I am not in need of sleep 

Peace is the feeling that is required 

To give my mind energy, it gets to keep

But peace isn't something I get to choose

My mind is haunted by words unspoken

They remind me of the things I can lose

And the parts of my past that left me broken 

Maybe my mind will never be at peace

Maybe the tired will never go away 

Maybe the voices will never decrease 

Maybe I am unable to ever feel okay 

I find an oddly comfort in breaking down

Feeling my blood pump through my veins

The feeling of breathing after you drown

Makes you forget all the miserable pains