Everyone will leave
And everything will be gone
No one can understand
No one will stay
Try to enter
In the end there's no escape
I've been hiding in darkness
Before I've seen the light
Monsters devour me
I forgot who I am
My heart becomes empty
The world seems like a dream
Nothing is true
Its just a illusion
I live in my inner world
World that I can stay for a long time
Waiting for the walls to fall apart
And face what's behind those walls
I can't see anything its just the same
The same before
I think I'm lost
Which way I can find the key
The key that will open the mysterious and cursed door
Cursed door where my twin is inside it
This is not me
This is the ****** monster

I have scars etched across my skin
like raindrops that drizzled down and stained
the yellowing pages of your notebook.

I don't like talking about the black outs,
where my mind goes,
what's left of me.

I don't like talking about what triggers them,
or who I am after I come to.

but these scars are physical reminders
of memories I never got to remember.

and every time you kiss them
I think to myself
"maybe even that part of me,
whoever she is,
deserves to be loved too."

and I wonder if looking
at my hands and arms
makes you sad,
or if feeling the raised skin
makes you uneasy
but either way

I love when you kiss my scars
and make me whole.

some churches have bones,
and a graveyard for all the prayers
god didn't answer

You're trying your best.
It's okay,
I promise.

This world has teeth
and it will try to chew you up
but we're not its food.

You're trying your best,
and that is what keeps us
alive to run another day
from the bite of the world.

How do you forget your suffering?
How does it become
just a nightmare?

You occasionally wake in sweat,
a loved one cradling your face,
whispers of "It's alright, dear."
Were you crying in your sleep?
A half remembered dream,
you no longer know.
You close your eyes and return to sleep,
loved one's body against yours.

When will your suffering
only haunt you on the coldest of nights,
like a half remembered past life?

You'll be okay.
Lay down, tuck yourself in my waves.
Close your eyes, my budding flower, let yourself dream.
Your colours will paint the coral reefs,
Your breathing will rock the fish
back and forth in this blanket,
nestling next to you.
You'll be okay.