The night

The night feels so relaxing like a lullaby in my bed, But the night also brings bad thoughts to my head. I lay awake at night while the moon shines through my curtains, The thoughts start to eat at me that's for certain. As the moon and stars shine I keep on thinking, maybe that's why I've started drinking. Maybe it's because I don't feel useful, or maybe it's because all these people are untruthful. The night has become my new best friend, and unfortunately I don't think it's going to end. Nevertheless I must go to bed, to think all the thoughts in my head.