nyctophilia: The love of darkness, or feeling you belong in the dark.
The dark that is where you will find me. I let the darkness grasp me in its arm and hold me tight until i’m suffocating within its touch. The darkness shields out the light of tomorrow that i do not think i can live for. The dark holds my hand as my mind wonders all the realms of this awful humanity. The darkness is okay with my sobs. The darkness is okay with the bruises and scars. The darkness doesn’t judge when you are struggling to breathe. The darkness allows you not to see yourself in that horrid mirror anymore. The darkness directs you to that doorknob by your closet. The darkness directs you to the gun downstairs. The darkness directs you to all the pills. The darkness gives you the okay. I guess you could say I’m a nyctophiliac. You can find me in the dark.
Jan 29, 2020
Jan 29, 2020 at 6:24 AM UTC
nyctophilia: The love of darkness, or feeling you belong in the dark.
The dark that is where you will find me. I let the darkness grasp me in its arm and hold me tight until i’m suffocating within its touch. The darkness shields out the light of tomorrow that i do not think i can live for. The dark holds my hand as my mind wonders all the realms of this awful humanity. The darkness is okay with my sobs. The darkness is okay with the bruises and scars. The darkness doesn’t judge when you are struggling to breathe. The darkness allows you not to see yourself in that horrid mirror anymore. The darkness directs you to that doorknob by your closet. The darkness directs you to the gun downstairs. The darkness directs you to all the pills. The darkness gives you the okay. I guess you could say I’m a nyctophiliac. You can find me in the dark.
