I have said it before.
Walking through my mind is deadly;
With an ever widening
Crevice that describes my
Pshycological state better now
Than it would have the last time.

The burden I carry pulling me
Closer to an ending to a book
I had no hand in writing.
It's as if the pages guiding me
Were written with only a sense
Of self hatred.

The world is dark sometimes.
And there are more than a few battle scars
Across my face, they are there
For a purpose.
A reminder that I made it
When I didn't think I wanted to.

You ignite something in me-
Like a car bomb-
The message is clear:
The battle is over.
It's time to lick my wounds
And carry on.

I only hope that you see what
I go through to be the light
You see in me.
I hope you understand that I won't
Always be the light
You need me to be.

But regardless of what
The future holds.
You need to know that I will always
Carry on.
Even when the road widens
Past it's breaking point-

And my psyche feels like
An expanse that even I couldn't travel
You will be beside me.
Which is the first bit of comfort
I have found in another human
In a long time.