Why do I feel alone in the dark?
When the sun goes down, I begin to bleed. Like a trigger, like a vampire at sunset, like a werewolf at full moon, it comes. The pain. Sitting at home at night, the darkness swallows my world. Why is that? Why at night? Maybe the light of day blinds me, deceives me. In the light, I can’t see the difference.

Why is it scarier to be alone when I am in bed?
I guess I know why, but I still ask because I hope I am wrong. It would be a very dreadful truth if the reason that I suffer at night is because that is the only time of the day that I am stuck with myself, that I cant distract myself with anything else, the only time that I must live with my life. Will you lie to me if I ask? Will you let me believe some sweeter truth? Please.

Why do I feel smaller when nothing has changed?
We bought this bed together; I liked the feel, you liked the size and didn’t really care about anything else. Something about the size makes me feel lonelier. Why is that? I am alone no matter what size bed I sleep on. It still feels different.

What is it about the dark that is just so sad and solitary?
Why do I pretend that the night has anything to do with it? I can’t answer that one. I don’t know how to because I don’t want to know that answer. I don’t want to know a lot of answers. What did I do wrong? Where did you go? Who did you go to? Why wasn’t I good enough? Why can’t I recover when I try so hard to?

Is it scary because I am afraid to be alone or because I am afraid to be without you?