Alone in the dark is a dangerous place
The demons and voices come face to face
United together with one goal to end
The pieces that were trying only to mend
Fear of the emptiness and lack of care
Alone in the dark is the place to dare
Lost beyond words and then come the tears
Knowing yourself is one of your fears
Finding the knife is easy enough
But leaving it be is really quite rough
Sitting alone in the dark listening
To what the next sunrise could possibly bring

One day of love and happiness
Doesn't make up for years of heartache

Sadness is like a prison
A dark and awful place
The inmates will abuse you
And say you're a disgrace
The guards watch you struggle
And don't make a single move
Once you're down and on the floor
Be prepared for doom
The little cell starts getting blurry
You're consumed by deafening light
Sounds begin to disappear
There's no end in sight
But when you think it's over,
There's no way to stand again
A shadowed figure picks you up
And keeps hold of your hand
The very kind who hurt you
Can also heal the wounds
How is that easy to understand
When evil is always assumed

This poem isn't meant to trend or be some great big deal.
This poem is meant for me to express the hurt I feel.
I never seem to catch my breath or get the smallest break.
I'm tired, sore, out of shape, and all my muscles ache.
I'm always scared to lose the ones that I love most dear.
Everything bottles up and my insides start to sear.
I wear a shield to protect myself and everyone behind.
Don't want to see the other side, the unknown that I'll find.
I'm torn between my open heart and my broken soul.
I need someone to numb my pain and make me feel whole.
But no one loves this little girl as much as she loves you.
Afraid to admit her weaknesses, doesn't know what to do.
Terrified of people's thoughts and most abhorrent lies.
Going back and forth between fighting and demise.
Unable to see the happiness that may very well unfold.
Lost in depths of bleak depression, trembling and cold.

Gather up every single one
This is our day to have some fun
Both hands are free and lips untouched
No need to impress, no need to rush
Keep your money, leave the rose
Don't be ashamed if everyone knows
No need to shower or do your hair
Because you're not going anywhere
***** your manners, just be you
Let's face it, what else is there to do
No staring across an awkward table
No 'boyfriend' 'girlfriend' typical label
Forget a mushy gooey Valentine
Or all the drunk ***** with their fancy wine
The perfect Valentine for me
Is on my couch, warm and comfy!

Solid from the crust to core
Carries all the weight
Even when it can take no more
There's nothing that's too great

Standing tall through every storm
Never flinches in the dark
Once it's tired, lost and worn
The struggles left their mark

Taking in the rays of sun
Absorbing little heat
Then relieved the day is finally done
Once again been beat

After fighting all these years
Enduring what was thrown
Having no more need for fears
Crumbling and unknown

First, you dig your self a hole
Deep enough to lose control
Then, you push yourself inside
At the bottom, where there's no place to hide
Next, you try to claw your way through
Until there's nothing left to do
Tired, helpless, body worn
Wrists among everything else is torn
Drowning in your own salty tears
Condemned by the most realistic fears
Gasping for air, destined for execution
Feeling like death is the only solution.