Once I was afraid of the dark
I am blind and cannot see
I always fall, I always bleed
Once I was lost, running nowhere

Once I was standing in the dark
I feel empty and cannot speak
I always cry, I always break
Once I am dead, screaming so voiceless

Once, once and once, they were
They all happened once in the past
A tragic story once upon a time
Now I stand in the Light

Now I am living in the Light
Never will I be found in darkness again
For darkness is the absence of Light
And this will not leave, this Light I gain.

13 years old, the back of a haunted hay-ride pick-up truck, wearing a bright yellow bee costume. He grabbed my hand like it was going to break, but my heart was whirring like a jackhammer because he had nice eyes and played guitar.

We talked shyly all day, and I remember each passing glance as we both tried to pretend we weren't looking at the other.

Evidently we pretended a little too much, because it was Katie he ended up kissing in the pumpkin patch that night. Not me.

That was the end of our love story.

Note to self: Sometimes a paper cut can penetrate the deepest of all

I'll hold my head up high,
And pretend not to cry,
But when I go inside,
My feelings are deprived.

How do you hide a suicidal tendency?
It's just the effect of the end of you and me.
Time takes forever to go by,
I sit here and I wonder why.