Well, Mike Shinoda's words are true,
time is a valuable thing
And I wish I could freeze it
for just another month, maybe two

I'm not ready to leave you.

So here it comes again, I guess
This unfortunate space
Where happy isn't really happy
And sad is not enough
Here comes the moment when I want to bleed
But to bleed is to betray
And I cannot betray you, love
Even though you chose not to stay
But I'm drowning as you laugh with her
I'm crying as you sing your love
I've hidden what I truly feel,
but eventually this mask won't be enough
to hold in the broken pieces
This glass heart that I thought you fixed
You've tossed it against the ground
and left it for someone else to fix
You're an *******, you know
A total man-*****
Anger is a stage of grief
So get ready for the storm
Suddenly I just can't figure out
why I torture myself with you
When you twist me up and turn me upside down
You confuse me, very much

I just don't know what's happening anymore
My heart is completely torn
Little bits of red are clogging up my veins
They're trapped in my lungs -
no wonder it's so hard to breathe
You fixed me only to destroy me
And then to try to fix me again
**Make up your mind, ******
I'm not a pull-apart Barbie doll!

Shaking

Shivering

Trembling

Afraid

My heart is

Trembling

Quaking

Shattering

Explosive

Sending tremors through my

Blood

Brain

Soul

Limbs

I don't know if I will live through this

Panic

Fear

Anxiety

Attack

Here is a rose

It grows and grows,

an exquisite blossom blushing red

The blossom wilts

It dies and dies,

warm blush decaying brown

The petals fall,

dirt stained with blood.

It's lucky I'm a poet;
if I wasn't a crafter of words,
it would be nearly
impossible
to find the words to describe
The swelling of my heart
whenever I think of you
(It's like my chest is about to burst)
The tingle in my stomach
when I know you're near
(It's so odd I really can't describe it,
except to say that it's impatient)
The surge of love and happiness,
warmth and comfort,
that fills me completely
when I melt into your arms
(Oh, it's so perfectly warm)
Oh, how do I describe my love?
It's another world,
attached to my older, darker one,
and only good things are allowed
to enter the sphere.
It's a swelling, like a tidal wave
crashing over me, but
I am not afraid.
It's home.
It's...home.
It's safe and it's warm, and...
It's home, being in your arms.
There is no place I'd rather be.

I once sat
in the middle
of an infinite ocean,
struggling to breathe
and desperately awaiting rescue.

And then,
there you were.
Life pulled me through
pain and solitude
just to bring me
to you.

You approach,
and in your wake lies
a path to the future.

Watch me drown
Slipping through the icy gray water,
Drifting down
I blow ethereal bubble out from between my lips
They shimmer in the moon’s shaky light
Shine bright like stars about to nova
Explode*
I tremble in this underwater surreality
Colors fade from my eyes
I can feel my fingertips turning blue
I can feel my lips losing their pink
I can feel the numb,
Creeping through my skin and
Burrowing into my bones
Reflex, inhale
Breathe in the water
Lungs full of water
I sink
My body shivers, shakes with the tremors
The terror of the death throes
I can see the shadow things
The ones who pushed me off the edge
They locked my arms behind me
and sent me spinning off the edge
To land in the moonlit water
With just a simple splash
They laugh as I sink, and pucker their lips
I feel them pressing against me,
Inhaling my soul
The icy numb surrounds my heart,
And then I am no more.

When I stand outside
surrounded by January
and open my mouth wide
The air that slides
over my tongue
tastes like winter, like
snowflakes and icicles
Cold and sweet

I taste it inside, too
and I'm amazed
when I look at my home
and see that it is not
made of ice cubes
that form a white dome
and a tiny door
and a frozen home

Even wrapped in layers
of blue cotton and wool
I tremble and vibrate
I shiver from the cold
and that sweet icicle air
crawls down to my heart
freezes my blood
turns my skin to ice

January
is far too cold
for me

Can I write?
How can I write
When I feel so empty?
When I feel so empty,
how do I live?
How do I live,
with a brain malfunction?
With a brain malfunction,
can anything really fix me?
Can anything really fix me
if even in love I'm still broken?
If even in love I'm still broken,
how is it working?
How is it working
if I live an unstable life?

*Hope.

I don’t understand
how we could be so cruel.
We mold our words into weapons
and force survival of the fittest,
And if you’re too weak to withstand the blows
then you’re pushed off the cliff, off the chair, knife to your throat.
We’re not afraid to harm our own,
to beat them, to cut them, to shoot them, to ****;
We’re not afraid to spill blood
that is the same color as our own.
Why is that we are so primitively cruel?
Centuries after we first became,
centuries after we needed to fight to survive,
we still rely on bloodshed to prove our worth.
It makes me sick,
to know that I am one of a species
that is smart enough to understand feelings,
But abuses that understanding.
It makes me sick,
to know that someone could easily fire a gun
in the store that I shop at
just to hear the screams, see the tears and blood,
fear and pain,
Terror.
The only thing that eases my nausea
is knowing that we can be good, too.
We can love, and fight for love,
We can defend the ones who are weaker than we are.
Who would have thought
that the battle between good and evil
truly is fought every day,
but by normal humans rather than superheroes?

Let
me
go


numb


here in this half-asleep
state.

Let me blur the lines,
fade out from the world.

Let me exist as a breath
in the air,
a single dewdrop on
a small blade of grass.

Let
me


dissolve.

Flower petals, soft
Colored like cream
Hints of pale rose splashed on the tips
Hold the flower carefully,
and it won’t ***** you with its thorns
Caress the petals, feel them, so soft
Touch your lips to them gently
The bloom will open for you, open
to reveal its bloodred depths, passion
Hold the flower carefully
until it opens
Then keep a tight grip
and caress the soft petals, cream and rose.

Flower

petals look like paint

Like the clouds opened up and wept

a rainbow

And the colors splashed and became

fragrant

Growing into the earth

Blooming



Lightning

bugs look like dying bulbs

Like that light in the lamp that

flickers

And struggles to stay brigh

and warm

Glowing desperately one last time

Exploding



Autumn

leaves look like flames

Like the trees exploded, every one

flaming

And now they all burn and glow

until death

Flickering fire is now

Dying



Snowflakes

look like broken glass

Like someone smashed a window

in the sky

And we all watch as the shards

fly by

Catching strands of sunlight

Blinding

I feel the tremors in my blood,
the music shaking up my brain
The energy quivering through my veins
I need to hop up
onto my tippy-toes
I need to MOVE
Spin and jump,
twirl and
f
a
l
l.
Catch me if I fall, love?
Catch me if I fall.

Stick a hook into my heart
Barbed end piercing arteries
Reel it in and
Yank the ***** out of my chest
I'll scream until I cannot feel
anything
  anymore.

  Shove a needle into my brain
Thread on the end drifting through gray
Sew up the weeping chasms
Where I have gone mad
I'll scream until I cannot make
a single sound
  anymore.

  Pierce my skin with a blade
Shining silver coated in crimson
Slide it through the thin white and
Let scarlet rivers flow
I'll scream until I cannot hear
the words they say
  anymore.

  Stab sharp-edged swords into my soul
Vicious syllables tearing me to pieces
Rip me apart and scatter the shreds
Across the roiling ocean
I'll scream until I cannot live
in this cruel world
  anymore.

I never ceased to be amazed
by the power of our love,
by the gentlest caress,
by the sweetest kiss.

I’m still so baffled
as to how this is happening
as to how I’m so lucky
as to how this is even real.

And I swear, oh, I swear,
my love for grows every day
my love for you will never die away
my love for you is here to stay.

Reverie,
come over me,
wash into me
To take me away
from this madness

Burst of light
A shred of a dream
A dazzling display
Something to captivate me
Make me forget
That the world is cold
That the sky is melting
And the stars have all grown old.
Make my heart explode into
A fireworks burst of color
Innumerable shards of  exquisite things
Impossibilities.

I’m ok for now
But I can’t stop fearing the worst
Can’t stop watching the horizon
For the crushing wave -
This is too good,
And I know that it’ll end eventually.

it's my birthday today
but i don't feel
older.
i don't feel
a year away
from being an official adult.
i don't feel like
anything has changed,
i just feel like
another normal day.
the world still sits
just beyond my grasp;
my heart still shivers,
still trembles in fear.
my mind still fails
to absorb maturity
i still feel sixteen.

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I can safely say that
I’m better
I’m much better than I was
five months ago

Five months ago
I was a cutter and a liar and a girl wearing a mask
I had a death wish and a fear of oblivion
Eternal conflict kept me alive, not much else
Excpet maybe a heart barely beating
but somehow still warm

I don’t rely on blood and pain anymore
to keep my emotions in check
I’m opening up, being honest with myself
and with the ones I hold close to my heart and soul
I don’t wish for darkness,
and my heart is definitely beating

But underneath this fresh new smile
and cheeks flushed with hope and love
My blood still boils, my mind still toils
My heartbeat is insane
I still can’t tell you if I’m not fine
I can’t trust my thoughts,
they betray me to fear
If you look at me closely enough,
you might see the threat of crystal tears

I have hope, I have happiness and love
I have someone to hold, who can hold me
A shoulder to cry on, a hand to hold
I can finally say that I’m not alone
I can be honest when I tell him I love him
And I truly mean it, too
He’s my life, my heart and soul
And I know I will never let him go


And while you can completely trust my words of love,
there are other words you should not trust
When you ask me if I’m okay
the truth sits at the back of my throat,
tears ready to spill
But I remember there are people around
Remember we’re not alone
So I swallow the honesty, I tell you I’m great
Confirm the statement with a smiley-face
And then wince in pain as the lie burrows through my veins

I can trust him, I know he’s always there
No matter how far, I can always feel him there
Soul mate, linked forever
We are bound by the universe
I can tell him everything
and know he won’t turn away
And he’ll know how to cheer me up
if the old fears are poking through the dirt
He’ll know how to clear the clouds away
So raindrops won’t stain my shirt

So if I can trust you,
why can’t I tell you the truth?
Why can’t I tell you that
it’s slowly coming back-
the fears and the tears building in the back
of my throat;
I forgot how to scream and my tear ducts are blocked
And I know that if maybe we could just be alone
I could finally break through the walls I used to call home

Five months ago, I was a broken girl
But now I am fixed
But there are still cracks in my sunshine exterior,
and the darkness sneaks into my brain
I’m not alone anymore, I’m healing
I’m opening up, fresh summer bloom
But the mask still has not gone
And my smile can still be faked
I have hope
I have fear
I have a fresh start here
I might mess up this life, too
Love is truly a powerful force
*So is it enough to save me from a darker force?

I don't care how pretty it is,
sparkling in the sun,
I hate the snow,
I hate it, I hate it!
It keeps me away from my love.

The dark is a comfort,
it does not deserve a phobia.

Darkness should not be feared.
It can protect you from reality.

Starry mornings, full of fog
Soothes me with silent lullabies.

I welcome the dark, and
The dark embraces me warmly.

I let the shadows wrap around me,
Pulled over my shoulders like a blanket.

The dark is a friend,
Nothing to be feared.

Breathe.
Close your eyes, feel the sun on your face, and breathe.
Close your eyes, feel the sun on your face,
listen to the rustle of leaves, and breathe.
Close your eyes, feel the sun on your face,
take in the scent of dew-coated grass and bright blossoms,
and breathe.
Now open your eyes,
look around;
It's a beautiful view, is it not?
The sun filtering through the leaves,
bright and green;
the blue jays swooping over your head,
streaks of blue and gray and black;
the fresh lilacs, roses, tulips, and peonies,
sweet-smelling rainbow;
Look up:
there's a real rainbow, left behind
by the clear, clean rain that just passed by.
This is a beautiful world,
keep it that way, please
Keep this world beautiful.

My body may move,
but my soul is forever with you,
my heart next to yours.
I may seem far away, love,
but I promise you
I am always by your side.

No matter how
the world may change you,
no matter the words you say,
my heart is yours
and you swear yours is mine,
as long as that is true, I promise you, love,
I am always by your side.

We'll both grow older
in the time that stands between us,
but be not afraid
of becoming an outgrown toy
I will always need you,
your heart next to mine,
I promise you again and again, love,
I am always by your side.

So kiss me again
and forget those gray fears
They'll only cloud your happiness, love,
Please, remember,
always remember:
I am always by your side.

I don't want to feel numb
I'd rather feel pain
than nothing at all
So don't judge me for wanting to bleed
I don't want to feel numb
I'd rather feel pain
than nothing at all
Don't yell at me for relying on a blade
I don't want to feel numb
I'd rather feel pain
than nothing at all
Don't look down at my scars
I don't want to feel numb
I'd rather feel pain
than nothing at all.

Hush, my love,
Don't be scared
I won't let them hurt you
Those demons who wish to leave you scarred
Just stay close to me,
I'll take the blows instead
So, hush, my love,
Just breathe for me.

I always knew I could
weave magic with a pen,
but I never realized that
the magic could pull
tears from dry eyes,
or pain from numb hearts,
or warmth from cold souls,
or inspiration from empty minds.

The words of Keats stick to my brain
“To cease upon midnight with no pain”
Though I am scared to
I’ll confess my deepest fear
Since the beginning of time
Humankind has theorized
The meaning of the end
Is it an eternal sleep, the black that comes
Or is it a soul’s journey to another place?
I do not know who to believe
And that makes me afraid
I am terrified of the words “The End”
I’ll admit it, oh, yes, I’ll admit it:
I am terrified of death.

When I was a kid,
The world was a sparkling diamond,
And I was fascinated by the iridescent sparkles.
Then I grew up,
And everything shattered.

The tormented heart
has many connections
And when the heart dies,
pieces of connection die with it,
And no one is safe
from the repercussions.

Pull the wires out from under my skin
I think I’m starting to rust again
My movements are stiff, my thoughts shedding red
I think I’m starting to rust again
Dunk me in Arctic waters,
Watch me d i s s o l v e
Pull the wires out from under my skin
I think I’d like to be a ghost girl again
I can live without hot blood
Seeking the warmth of my only love
Pull the wires out from under my skin
I might end up almost dead again.

I shouldn’t miss you this much.
I shouldn’t miss
our car rides,
your music,
the conversation.
I shouldn’t miss your company,
even when rain clouds lingered.
I shouldn’t miss you
for hurting me this way.
You knew it would hurt me
and you did it anyway.
I should be furious,
screaming in rage,

but I miss you.

I am not one to write
words of love, but
Surely I must make an exception
for you

You pulled me up from the bottom
of the darkest sea
And into my hand you placed
a little candle to help me see

The other hand you took in yours,
Giving it new warmth
A heat that spread through my veins
and sent the fear away

We walked upon the diamond sand
and gazed up at the stars
Whispered secrets, shared stories,
found that we share pain

Now. hold me close
and don't let go
You keep me from falling down
Keep my hand warm inside yours

It's cliche to say that you
brought sunshine back to me
Even when no one else
seemed to truly see

I was lost, and I was alone
but you found me
I hear your voice, I take your hand
and now I am complete

I am not one to write
words of love, but
Now I have made an exception
for you

For you have surely earned these words,
scratched down in pale morning light
You treat my heart so carefully,
you're sure to do what's right

So let me keep
my hand in yours
As we walk
through the night

As I was taking a shower last night,
I noticed my phobia
crawling up the wall.
The creature was struggling;
she was barely any bigger than
some of the water droplets
that were scattered across her path.
I left her at peace,
for she was doing me no harm.
When I went back an hour later,
the arachnid was gone,
leaving no hint
of her journey’s success or failure.

The pleasure...is good. It is wild, and bright.
But...not the same. Not something to write in the stars, not
something that blazes across my skin,
why?
Why is it different?
Almost gray...

Skylark soaring through soul-gray clouds,

She tries to find her way;

A raven chases after her,

He cannot stay away

She flies through storm and sun,

She opens her beak and sings;

The raven, following,

Closes his eyes to listen

The skylark searches for her true home,

Wonders where her heart belongs;

The raven sees his universe in her,

Yearns for more of her sweet song

At last, a lake looms below,

With an island fit for two;

The skylark lands, the raven follows

Shy in the moonlight

The skylark’s song soothes his chaotic night.

I rarely frequent this place now,
it sits and stares, but remains ignored.
The words don’t come like
they used to do,
They don’t weave the same magic.

I just can't help myself-
can't avoid
closing my eyes
and falling back in time
To that perfect moment
To that kiss

Every detail comes back
in vivid technicolor
I relive every second
Even milliseconds find their way
into my mind, making
A five-star movie
tht brings a smile every time.
When I lie awake and alone
and filled to the brim
with thoughts of you,
I just close my eyes,
I go back in time
And I don't feel so alone
anymore,
and I can wait
just a little bit longer
to finally see you again.

Shh! Just listen,
Just let me tell you this;
A ray of sunshine piercing
through the blackened clouds;
The speed of light reveals
the color that lies
just past our eyelids.
The raindrops stop;
Precipitation stands still
and dissolves in
the growing ray of sunbeam.
A rose bush, dead and brown;
The light hits it at
just the right angle, and
A tiny bud appears,
growing and growing and
soon to bloom in a burst
of passionate red.
A kiss on a flower-petal cheek;
Frosted pink flares into
a pleased splash of pale red,
and a smile grows below.
A fresh, new bud of love;
It banishes the darkness,
dissloves the chilly downpour,
it wakes me up and opens my eyes.
Shh...are you still listening?
I want to make sure
the words fall from my lips
and land on your tongue
to meet each other's ears.
One, two, three words,
simple and still complicated.
A juxtaposition provokes us
to twine our fingers together
and say,
"I love you."

I can see

the light has blinded me

to the truth

of the world.

Peel the layers of fog

off of my eyes

and let me see

reality.

Back
in your arms
My heart
can start
again
And I
am awake
no longer numb
I can feel your breath
on my cheek
Feel your warmth,
you are there
Back
in my arms
again.

So now I’m sitting here thinking
“What is wrong with the world?”
I see people laughing as the bombs go off
They say “Hey, people die every day.”
Well, yeah that’s true, but
why should they die from words and hate?
When peers laugh and jeer,
it hurts those that stand out
And the victims of words become bombs
And when the bombs go off
they join the ranks and march
six feet underground
with whoever was caught in the blast
And the survivors sit and wonder
“Why?”
then laugh again
So I was sitting here thinking
“What is wrong with the world?”
And now I’m thinking
“How can we save it?”

I hate being a damsel in distress,
Lying on the railroad tracks
with a villian laughing behind me
I’ve always fought back
Tie him up instead,
let him squirm in the coral snake pit
I’ve never liked being saved,
Seen as fragile and weak,
Standing here with my pretty dress and rose-petal cheeks
No, I’m not fragile, I’m not weak
I prefer boots over slippers
Trousers over skirts
I’m not some poor, defenseless litte princess
I know how to weild a sword

But then my knight came along,
And while I’d still fight,
There were battles I could not win,
Not without him
And when I collapsed beneath the dragon’s feet,
My knight came
Weilding a sword of tear-stained steel,
The metal reinforced with soul mates’ heartstrings
And he was brave, slaying the dragon
Even as I tried to get back up on my feet and say “Nay!”
The great beast fell, and my knight turned to me
Eyes glimmering with fear
“I know you prefer to defend yourself,
But it looked like you needed me here;
I couldn’t just let him devour you.”
I stepped forward, booted feet suddenly light
And surprised him with a crushing hug.
“Thank you,” I said, “thank you.
I will owe you forever for this, my knight.”
He smiled at me, relief lighting his face, and replied
“All I need in return is you by my side.”
We sealed the promise with a kiss.

But that still doesn’t make me
A damsel in distress.
I’m a knight, too, just like him,
And we save each other.

My existence flickers,
but only in my own mind-
I seem to be forgetting reality,
and the memories I've captured
are finding ways to escape the jar.
I chase them through the dew-speckled fields,
but they deceive me every time.

And sometimes I stop,
and fling myself to the ground -
roll to face the stars,
and nearly drown in my own tears,
and ask

"Why?"

O, the distant lover,
she won't look you in the eye
Unless there is an absence
of outside presence.

She distracts herself
to feel less awkward,
less like an elementary child fumbling
to meet a classmate's lips
behind the playground slide.
But every so often,
she'll take the chance
of meeting your gaze
of touching her heart to yours
and she'll lean in for
another passionate kiss.

Her love is painted red;
Memories;
Photographs in the darkroom
lit by red lights
dripping with chemicals
Each second carefully captured
and imprinted in her skin
for future reference.
"Did it happen? I believe it did,"
She won't know until
she sees you again.

She loves you quite bit,
this distant lover,
so erase that hidden doubt
and just hold her close
Fingers twined together
and a kiss on the cheek
Make her smile, infinitely happy,
And trust me when I say
she's just as eager for
the next kiss
as you.

I love to trace
the line of freckles
on your face

Your eyes
are so full
of life,
your smile
so true.

Your kiss
fills me
with warmth,
your hands
so gentle
around
my waist.

You are
a great perfection,
and I love you more
than I’ve ever known.

If I could relive a moment of my life, I would pick a Tuesday
in my senior year of high school.
I would hug all my friends,
and walk through the halls with confidence,
and give my boyfriend a good long kiss.
After school, during fencing,
I would treasure a moment
with a friend now gone,
and when I got home,
I would help cook dinner
and give my parents a hug.

I would call all my grandparents,
and actually do my homework,
and cuddle with my cat,
and just enjoy being
17 again,
before everything changed forever.

I spend this sun-day
hiding from the sun
under a comforter
the color of today’s sky
and zebra stripes.
I do not participate.
This morning,
I participated,
as my parents scurried about the grocery store
without me.
I called my father’s mother
and I called my mother’s mother.
I called my soul mate
and remembered
last night, prom night, perfect night.
Then I wasn’t at home alone anymore
and I didn’t want to participate anymore
and I let myself sink into the emptiness.
I deny any and all emotions and accusitions of life.
I am not of this world, in this world,
known to the world or by the world,
I am dust hiding under the bed.
I read a book that is nothing but truth and pain
and listen to music that is pure dark emotion.
I twist my mind into wicked shapes,
and embrace the emptiness that is slowly taking over my soul.
I don’t want to feel,
I don’t want to heal,
I don’t want to be me or anything.
All I think is no longer real.
I can embrace this sickness,
this dark disease of the mind.
I am sick, what is my cure?
I don’t know or care or want it.
Let me bleed, and let me sleep,
but don’t let me die,
even in this state of mind
I would rather just cry.
This is a place where love does not exist,
so I’m sorry, soul mate,
but right now you are gone.
This is a place where voices do not penetrate,
so I’m sorry, Mom and Dad,
but right now I cannot hear you.
This is a place where I keep my phone on silent,
So I’m sorry, cousin dear,
I cannot read your admiration.
This is a place made of nothing.
This is a place where my tears are my water
and my blood is my wine,
I never believed in religion
and I swear I never will.
I am my own savior
and I am failing at my job.
This is a place where I cannot be saved
except by my self, by myself, by mys elf.
This is a place to drown in a hot water bathtub,
blood dripping down my wrists,
but don’t let me die,
I don’t want to die,
I just want to sleep.
I just want to bleed a little bit,
I don’t want to watch my life run down my fingers
and slide down the drain,
irretrievable.
This is a place where
everyone who loves me should stay away
because they will get hurt
and I don’t want to hurt them
because I love them too,
but in this place
I love no one
and no one loves me,
so leave me all alone.
This is a place that I don’t tell my love about,
I don’t tell my sister about,
I don’t tell Mom and don’t tell Dad,
don’t tell the grandma with the cats
or the grandma at the lake,
don’t even tell the great grandma who is an older version of me.
This is a place
that makes doctors frown
and boyfriends cry,
that makes my sister slap me upside the head
and tell me to stop listening to depressing music.
This is a place where
I cut so I can feel something,
a place where I just want to see
the sparkling crimson against the paper-pale of my skin.
This is the place where I trace my veins
with my eyes
and have unwelcome visions of opening them.
This is the place where
I see my fears lined up
like a suicide’s pill bottles on the bathroom counter,
ready to jump down my throat
and stop my heart.
This is the place where I feel nothing,
I am a blank sheet of looseleaf
about to be torn into shreds
and scattered along the wet grass
for the birds to use in their nests
and the spiders to hide under.
This is the place where I think I might finally cry,
but somehow my face still stays dry,
and I wonder why I never cry,
I only bleed,
never cry,
never die.
This is a place where
I start to wonder if anyone would notice
if I just stayed here forever,
if they would see the emptiness in my eyes
(oh, my love, would you see the emptiness in my eyes?)
This is a place
I almost wish I could stay in,
because here I cannot feel the pain of emotions,
here nothing matters,
here words cannot penetrate,
here I am a tough scar and not an open wound,
here I am nonexistent
no one cares.

This is a place that I know I should leave
but I dont want to leave
I cannot leave now
I’m just too tired to leave now.

So let me sleep,
and in the morning I’ll be okay,
I’ll leave this place,
and no one will know that I ever left them
so I could sit in the empty darkness
with just my demons for company.

Let me dance with the darkness,
and let me sleep my way back to life.