somewhere behind that never ending darkness,
is someone who wants to be loved
and treasured;

someone whose waiting and waiting,
despite of the fact that it's slowly
losing it's last ember;

you can't see it because it's always behind
the shadows,

waiting for the time that you'll gradually
discover its

w o r t h

but can't you see?
that someone is

y
o
u

your heart has been waiting for far too long
to love yourself for once that
it's slowly covered in bruises and scars;

far too long that it's almost covered itself in
a labyrinth of pain with the hopes of
what could've been and
what could never been;

and maybe,
it's finally time to give yourself a
little rest.