Because at nights I cannot control my own brain. It turns into an unforgiving sadistic killer that tortures me slowly by stabbing rusty knives and needles into my soul as I cry for help.

It doesn't kill me. I always survive to see another sunrise but with each sunrise also comes another sunset which mean another night I have to go through. Another torture.

No, it doesn't kill me. But no, it doesn't make me any stronger.