The light seeps through the curtains
As if they're hoping to be torn off of the blinds
As if they're hoping I focus on the cracks of light shining on my body
Rather than on the darkness that surrounds it instead

It is not I who decides my emancipation
The darkness is a demon that consumes me just when things seem to look up
I spend most of my days with my head dropped down
From the weak thread that once held it high
It doesn't matter how many times I try to fix the seams to look up
Maneuvering needles in a pitch black room is a sure way to bleed in the process

And I am not a fan of the color red-emption
Makes me squeamish

In a way I'm a *******
I like pain just enough to not mind my continual downfall
Now it's hard to see in complete darkness
So falling is the only thing I do well
And I learned at an early age that you don't fall and get back up
You get up just to fall back down

See you leave this earth the same way you came in
Fragile with the inability to stand on your own two feet
Fragile like you were crafted from the most delicate of fabrics
Fragile like the weakest soul in the room