he saw you there,
standing with your head held up high
he saw you there,
holding on to your pride.

voices scratching inside of your mind telling
you weren't scared—or at least
that's what you thought.
glimmer of hope enlighten this sorrow path
path full of broken memories,
screaming in your mind

your feet are bleeding
in cause of shattered dreams
but your feet
keep on stepping,
slowly but surely.
"No one can see this path," your mind whispers as you tip-toed.

little did you know,
he saw you.
he saw your pain,
the way you drag yourself when you walk
he noticed the dim of fright in your eyes as you talk.

slowly,
slowly,
he reached out to your
waves of black and white.

"I know what you've been through," he said
"let me help you."
words blown right across your cheek,
felt like as in haven
for the first time.
you felt
safe.

but no, you can't.
that little demon in your head tells
you're a detonator—you can never lay down on someone
they might explode with you.

you just shook your head and say,
"Don't. I don't want you to bleed like I did."
the same time as this detonator
explodes into spectrum of misadventures,
already choking on its pride.