I like to watch sunsets

When all the colors mixed perfectly together and makes a beautiful soft glow but it always seems that the prettiest hour leads to terrible nights

Shadows of people I once knew are now just anxiety and fright

The whispers in my ear slowly turn in to screaming fear

I sit and cry as the sun goes down

I wait and wait for someone to ease my frown

Memories that were once golden and new are now just rusted and bruised

I like to watch sunsets but some make me think “am I the problem, is it me?”