I, I and the Night

What's wrong?. I see you trying so hard to run away and avoid the storm that's approaching your soul. You try exhaling, dancing your eyes over everything in sight; trying so hard to distract the havoc that's coming.
It's so dark, I can't even see you. Maybe you don't want me to see you.
I guess you lost for the storm just showed its signs of victory. Your eyes swell up with water so clear. I see your bare pink lips shivering as the tears make their way for them. The facade of make up that you decorated your eyes with adds darkness to the clarity of tears. How your curled eye lashes have been forced to bow by the force. Your skin looks so clear, robbed of color and pretense. I see you, the real you, the hidden you.
How many times will you wipe those tears away?. They don't seem to stop coming your way.
Why is it so difficult, you do great through out the day. Why do you start falling apart as the night grows closer to brighter rays?.
Your deep brown eyes franctically search, I don't know what they're searching. They look as if the answers to their prayers is somewhere close by. Even though, they know it's no where near.
Your eyes raped of sleep, and impregnated with restlessness look around sadly. They look for sleep and peace.
It's going to be ok, just don't give up, please don't give in. These tears hurt me, they're a stark reminder of my helplessness. I try talking to you, involving you in conversation but you refuse to answer or acknowledge my existence. I remind you of the good times, the beautiful moments of your life; your glance replies, " The moments remain, the beauty is gone".
I know I'm not much help, but I have to take care of you because no one else knows about your daily nocturnal assault.
The night grows darker, hours tick away. You lie here like you're dead, if only someone knew far away.
All questions hiding in the corners of your consciousness dare to raise formidable concern only at this hour, all emotions that you tucked away come flying only at this hour, all your bravery comes crumbling down only at this hour.
Like every night, I wish this hour or these hours would just end, pass you by somehow.
What is it that keeps you awake, I don't understand. What is it that could put you to sleep, I do not have. Fatigue, memories, pain....nothing works on your intractable self.
Please sleep, I'm tired. I have a long day ahead of me. Listen to me please,I can't leave you alone. I wish I could abandon you, let you be like this. Let you cringe and live in this state. You make me feel so disrespected,unheard, and unwanted. I feel like a mourning mother crying at her child's grave. Not a response, not a reaction.
I love you, please don't do this to yourself. I'll put you to sleep, I'll run my hands through your hair like your mommy used to, I'll kiss your worries away. I'll do whatever I can for you.
Everyone is sleeping, you need to too. I'll wake up and pray to God for you, I'll let Him know all your complaints and sorrows.
I've been talking to you for 2 hours, my head hurts, my body is stiff.
You really are getting very difficult.
I've known you since birth,you're not a bad soul. It just hurts you a lot ,you sensitive doll. You've waited so long. You're so beautiful if only you could be reminded of it all.
I'm right here, I'll never let go. When the world sleeps and you think you're all alone, I'm right here to hear your heart's every tone......