I long for the day someone makes my pain go away. Ever the healer, ever bringing smiles.
I’m doomed to suffer in silence. Only the scars on my wrists know my pain.
Will I ever find solace? Will something take my tears away?
I feel like I’m screaming, but no one hears. Forever the healer, always the broken.
I can’t help myself, always busy helping everyone else. Why am I like this?
Do I even care about myself anymore? Maybe I just want to be lost in the void. I feel at home in the darkness. It brings me warmth. I seek it out in others, connect with it, breed with it, create it.
Maybe I am the darkness, wrapped in light. Ms. Grey through and through. I exist in between.