Night-Time Dreary Blues

What does it mean to be at wit’s end
To feel like I don’t have any friend
Nighttime’s darkness creates sentiments
Evils drown all of my common sense
Familiar feelings, all downhill
Of ire and sad, I’ve had my fill
So here I am now, suffocating
Fears and traumas reverberating
Fists swing and smash while tears well and fall
I’m now in too deep, I hit my wall
I cannot end the night in this state
I am a train, my pain dead-weight freight
Put my finger on the phone’s button
I am a self-destruction glutton
But who would accept me as I am
It’s a ‘Second Guess/Doubt/Fear’ grand slam
But it’s either suffer or connect
This plot needs someone else to direct
So the S.O.S. indeed gets sent
I can’t express what the reply meant
Shock and Awe — as I awoke from fright
Loving kindness made my fears take flight
Some nights I drown in the dreary blues
I need someone who can change my views
The burden lifts and shackles release
My monsters and demons slowly cease
So what it means to be at wit’s end…
Is to find safe harbor in a friend

for Laura