I like writing at night

When everything is louder

The sound of pipes in the walls

The streetlights out of the window

The silence, pressing against your ears

Silence that spurs on ideas

Because everything I try to write sounds forced

So I let sleep deprivation control my fingers

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Nighttime makes me think

About rainbows and dinosaurs and mirrors

About the 7,404,976,783 people on this earth

And how hard it is to be special

And how good it feels to be happy

But how much easier it is to write sad

And making sure I seem like a rebel

Whenever I feel like the world hates me

Whenever I suddenly realize I can’t please everyone

Or maybe, not anyone

I used to think I wanted to die

But because of you I might change my mind

My first drafts always suck

Because I try too hard

But when I erase it all

Start over

Stop thinking

Everything comes together