The night

The world does not halt when ur problems surface.
Nor does it stop when u cease to exist.
But it’s nights like these that make me fully appreciate the moon.
For its light guides my thought, and radiates my dreams.
But nonetheless it is still night. And darkness does creep, and it has lingered within me for days on end.
the loneliness follows you around, and you become the shell of a person that once used to be filled with the light of the sun.
For the body has become increasingly aware that it is indeed a body, and can hear the faint crackling of the heart that lacks the sense of being whole any longer.
The night allows for the loss of trust and love to be displayed on a never ending canvas which is your mind, forcing you to confront your biggest fear; nothingness
Even with all the pain radiating through the night, it still does not exceed that of being truly and utterly alone, nor does it exceed feeling nothing at all.
That piercing ray of light that the moon cascades across the darkness of the night, reminds me what it means to be alive. 
Pain has no hold, for when we die, so dies pain, and along happiness.
So I shall cherish these nights of somber, For to be truly happy I must ache.
For the world does not halt when your problems surface
Nor does it stop when you cease to exist...