It’s 1:00 A.M. and I can’t sleep,
My soul is tired, my wounds too deep.
The moonlight watches, soft and wide,
But no one sees what breaks inside.
I try to breathe, I try to rest,
But heavy thoughts sit on my chest.
If someone asked what hurts the most —
It’s being strong… when I need ghosts.
Ghosts of love, and quiet care,
A touch, a hand, a breath of air.
Just someone real to say: "Don’t cry."
To hold me close and ask me why.
I lost the answer in my tears…
The night is heavy, breathing sighs,
And whispers back my buried fears.
I hate myself, I don’t know why,
But every smile feels like a lie.
I wear a mask like second skin,
To hide the war I hold within.
And it’s so hard, but I hide it,
Afraid the world will just deny it.
Behind the Mask
© Copyright: Флорис Сандерс, 2025
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