at night

it's always the worst at night

that's when I fight

with myself

and my self-hate

and those other eight

things I can't stand

about these hands 

and in these eyes

in the night time skies

the blood full moon

will soon

drip out of the sky

and into my eyes 

and unto the floor

for some reason my arms sore

but I'll ignore the help you're offering

these bracelets just aren't covering

I will walk.

with fear in my eyes

but looking toward the skies 

maybe, for a glimpse of you.

glimpse of hope 

for my future and my past

for my my head just to last

a little longer in this race

in the race against myself