Sitting in my room
It's kinda hard not to notice the words
On the walls
Surrounding your every glance
Singing around your head
Though they are there
I cant bring myself to read many of them
I started the journalism of the things
Inside of me that stabbed through my
Skin tearing apart my body
Just to get out
I know how I felt
In those times when I never thought
That they would fully leave me
That I'd be stuck with these
Sharp ridged edges inside me
For as long as eternity
I just can't look back at them
Like opening the door to the darkness
That  awaits just outside
Except that my violent shadows
Aren't on the outside trying to get in
They exist on the inside
Nesting and occasionally festering
I dare not wake them
So I turn off my light
So I risk not accidentally reading
Covering my window so sunlight
Won't betray me
I sit in dark silence
Singing my sharp edges to rest
I cannot welcome them
To breakfast in bed
I will not let myself feel that way
Ever again