I used to feel compassion. Not now. I used to think of you. I've changed since then. You think I'm corrupted. I think you've been lied to. I'm not going. Never. Not again. It hurts too much. I can't, I'm not coming back.

You'll have to go to sleep eventually. When you do change the dream, be the dream. Reap the dream.

I hate you
                                                                                                               I know
                                                                                                I hate you more
I loathe you entirely
                                                                              I want to tear you apart
Your the devil incarnate
                                                                  You shredded my heart to pieces
Because I had to
                                                                 Your the worst person I know.
                                       In fact your the worst being in all of existence
I want to END you
                                                  I can say the same, but infinately worse
I'm deleting you
                                                      Do that then, give me the satisfaction

Silent
Hurting
Always there
Deadly
Omnipresent
Withering
Sadness

Darkness is my home
safe, and sound
I wait quietly, underground
rain, snow, wind, hail, those do not matter
for in the darkness, feelings break
emotions crack and shatter
for in this life of seclusion
some consider sickly
I see a home
a place to return to quickly
while some might lay basking in light
which I do not oppose
I find more peace and quiet
in a gray, colorless rose
while darkness shadows me, some say
my life starts to drift and decay
for I am fine with this I say
Darkness is my home

just like a star being lost to a supernova
beautiful, destructive
one last memory...

Is this me
what have I become
corrupted by darkness
it seems so long since the scarring begun
I thought I would heal
from the torment and hate
mentally and physically
cut with double edged blade

should I just stop now
pain has me hooked
I have no tears left to cry
I cover it up, overlooked
but deep down inside
I try so hard to hide
but scars can last forever
inside, and outside