Scared is my lone feeling,
scared of my own
immaturity.

Scared of my own ceiling,
scared I'll die of
uncertainty.

Stared at my own image,
scared of my grown
insecurities.

Glared at my told limits,
dared to be stopped by
adversity.

It's clear
who bestowed this
hex on me.

I bleed
clear, that's
anxiety.

I fear
for what's
inside of me.

I can
no longer hide it
quietly.

So just
don't forget
about me.

For
even when I
doubt you.

Know I do now,
I'm no good
without you.

No,

no.

The temperature's
dropping.

The predator's
camouflaging.

He doesn't think that I can,
see but
I feel him watching.

As I'm shaking hands with
the dark parts of my thoughts,
woah.

They sense body heat yet
with that shake I might as well be,
ghost.

Now see sometimes
to stay alive you have to
**** the warmth up in your,
soul.

They're gnawing on
the mystic,
clawing up
the magician.

Repeating simple phrases,

"One day at a time."

As someone holy insisted.

I want the markings left on my skin,

to mean something again.

Please don't leave without me.

I know how fast doubt be.

Don't forget about me,

For even if I doubt you.

I can't leave without you.