Do not be afraid of the darkness, she just don't know how to greet you.
She comes to you at night,
to tuck you into your bed,
and stays by your side till you sleep.
She embraces you slowly,
insinuating your mind with thoughts.
Thoughts that make you question who your are,
Thoughts that question if your worthy of living.
She will break you to your purest form; only then can you look in the mirror, and see your true self.
A self you do not wish to see,
a self you do not wish to meet,
a self you just can't let live.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 1:39 AM UTC
Do not be afraid of the darkness, she just don't know how to greet you.
She comes to you at night,
to tuck you into your bed,
and stays by your side till you sleep.
She embraces you slowly,
insinuating your mind with thoughts.
Thoughts that make you question who your are,
Thoughts that question if your worthy of living.
She will break you to your purest form; only then can you look in the mirror, and see your true self.
A self you do not wish to see,
a self you do not wish to meet,
a self you just can't let live.
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