Nightmares In The Nighttime. Poem by Marvin Menjivar

Gaining the interest of the nighttime. I called days to name but it didn't even look back. i sit during the night waiting for the day to return but it never does. Yea the nighttime looks better but I'm not here for the looks I'm here for the feelings. the nighttime may look better but it always leaves me with nightmares, but the day..... I'm able to hold my mask even with my sad music. What is it about the nighttime that brings the sad in me. Wait? but why doesn't the sad bother me anymore? for some reason, I feel more alive in the nighttime. I guess when one thing leave you-you have to change as well and move on. I live on my nightmares now. Hoping the worst of things so I am never sad when the worst happens. That's what the night has that the day doesn't. If only I found this out sooner I would have lived a better life.not everything is sunshine and rainbows. I learned that the hard way and I suffered from it. I was to innocent back then to understand anything. I lost so many friends in my past. I don't need those friends anymore now anyway. I have me, myself, and the nighttime.