Made of Pain

Made of pain.
I'm not what you see.
Made of pain.
What can I be?

Alone in the dark,
That's when the thoughts creep
Alone in the dark,
That's when they kill me.

I want it to stop
But it never will
It doesn't kill you
What it does

It makes you feel
All the pain you hear
Makes you feel
All the thoughts you forgot

Can I get a rest?
No.