Sometimes the nights are long
and everything I desire is but a dream.
Sometimes I’m alone at night
and I wonder where things went wrong.
I can’t express this loss of never having
it’s like knowing what’s missing without ever having it from the start.
Night becomes day and here I am still waiting for change that will never be…
how could I ever expect so much when all I do is cry myself to sleep.
You think you know me but it’s not all that I am,
inside I am so much more.
Sometimes I sit and remember things
and all of these memories rush like the rain
bringing me back to another time lost in my mind.
Sometimes I’m alone at night
and I wonder where you are now,
so many people I’ve met
and now here I am alone
in my room wishing that
I was not alone in my room.
Jason Whitaker 