Solitude used to be my retreat
But now that it's become a constant state with no choice in the matter,

It's turned from comfort
To a slow burning hell.

I just want to be the remnants of who I used to be.
Turned dark and devilish,
The thing that goes bump in the night,
Because I'm so sick of being the fairy in the forest.
The dainty flower you're worried you'll step on.
*******.
I have thorns.
I have horns
And this demon is ready to play.

Stomp!
           Stomp!
                      Stomp!
On my rose colored glasses,
  Feeling the delightful crunch
    Between my shoe and the concrete
      As I twist my foot back and forth.

             I'm done with that style.
               I want to see the ugly.

Please someone,
Anyone out there,
Come to me and destroy me.

Reduce me to nothing more than
Glass turned to sand on the floor.
Pieces so tiny there is no chance of repair.

Force me to stop seeing light in blackened caves.
To stop searching for rainbows in the storm.
Make me stop believing in Angels
And realize there is nothing left here
But demons.

I need an eye opening heartbreak so deep that I stop believing fantasy
And start to see reality.

Bring me out of the clouds,
Away from my daydreams,
And make me into a hardened statue
Just like all the rest.