Long nights

When nights get longer
And your left to nothing but your own mind,
What becomes of a person?
For some myself one
everything just just falls to piecess,
Mind becoming the enemy.

Just wanting to run and not stop,
Wanting what some find in the night,
Peace and rest
Not torture
Thats what it becomes .

Thoughts become dark and darker
Sadness and loneliness become one,
When that happens
What can run through ones mind is shocking trust me I know.

Waiting and hoping for sleep to arrive
Yet dreading it as well,
Because even in sleep
i don't find peace just fear.

Is there truly only one way to find what i want so bad?
Sometimes I wonder,
If it'll come to that afterall.