Bleeding and crying,
My soul expires itself.
Outside, I seem normal, at least,
That's what they say.
Perhaps it's a lie to ensure
That I am kept in the dark.

The dark is my friend,
But my worst enemy.
My insides are torn
Seeping my soul away.
The darkness invaded,
After I lost my light,
Consuming me to survive.

I try to portray me,
But the dark interferes,
Showing itself for all to see.
I know it's not normal
To want to rip apart your soul,
But I can't find
Myself anymore.