I'm posting a bit early because I don't want to forget later.

Title: At Night, I die
Word Count: 83
Story Notes: Another poem I wrote during one of my really bad times. I like this one; it's sad, but it contains hope... kind of.

At night, I die

Only to be born again in morning

The warmth of the sun

Brings life back to my body

Alive at least, I cry out in pain

Such agony in life

That I cannot be thankful in its return

Fleetingly, I wish for death

For oblivion

I ponder my existence

And wonder if existing in pain is better

Than not existing at all

I choose to exist

I live in pain

I exist in pain

And at night, I die