Indeed I fight.
I write and write.
No no violence.
Violence is how people get killed.
Can't have that happen now can we?

Instead I stay up at night.
I write and I write.
The voices that scream in my head.
I put them on paper.

I've lost most of the light.
I write and write.
A friend drags me back.
Put discovering the light takes time.
Time I don't have.

The silver bites.
I write and write.
The silver runs down places only I see.
Others can't because it's covered.
Nobody sees thin lines.
Nobody sees scars left behind.

It exposes my frights.
I write and I write.
The shadows that haunt me.
They tap the wall in the dark.
Mom says they aren't real.
Dad says it's not a big deal.
I hear them.
They want me to do things.
Terrible unthinkable things.
Luckily I have some self control.
Barely enough.

I walk on a line that's very tight.
I write and I write.
The line can snap anytime.
It has before.
It left me falling into nothing.
Chae pushed me off balance.
I fell for someone not worth falling for.
I fell hard for someone not worth falling for.
Please help me.
I don't sleep anymore.
Atleast not without the drugs.
Not without the silver.
Not without the voices.
Not without her.
I still feel her here.
Somehow I'm glad she's gone.
I like staying up with the voices.

So in the dark of the night...
I write and I write.