Suffocating under the duvet

I hope the comfort kills me


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I'm not staying,
it's my blame.
I'll leave the innocent;
I'm not the same.
I've got blood on my hands.
Pressure to understand.
You're right.
You've always been.
I tend to forget.
I won't bother you,
still my existence bothers me.
My mind smothers me.
The nights scare me;
comfort is scarce.
The dark makes things worse,
and this silence hurts.
It can be so loud,
the noise of nothing.
The sounds of your thoughts,
utterly isolated.
I love y'all;
but I don't love myself
I can't live up to what you all think of me-

we do not know darkness
our world is full of light
brighter than a candle flame
burning in the night

in this warm sanctuary
the eye of the storm
it is easy to forget
that darkness is the norm

what happens if I lose control
and do the thing that I dream of
and let your mind caress my soul
I am afraid to fall in love

and what would I do if I fell
I'd pull my feelings way down deep
and melt into your arms and tell
my deepest secrets in my sleep