Why do I push everything away
I can no longer keep this at bay
Pushing everyone out from my life
This torment of never feeling right

These shackles bringing me to my knees
I’ve built this prison and buried the key
If this was love it shouldn’t be killing me
Release me from the weight of this gravity

Awaken each day with a burning, aching pain within my chest, made from veins, bone and ******* flesh
What a sight to behold
As I watch this anguish unfold
Such a terrible mess
This is distress, at its best
Prisoner to this phobia
Confined to this hysteria
Walking alone fearing my own shadow
Never to know who i’ll become tomorrow

These shackles bringing me to my knees
I’ve built this prison and buried the key

Particles of mist fill the air
Looking through that painstaking glass
It’s me I see from the reflection on the flask
The sun rises as does my mask
Putting it all away, that underlying pain
Hidden away by a laugh and smile, no worry it’s only for a while

The horrors that surround me continues to unfold
“It’ll get better” is what I’m told
No one questions if it doesn’t
Leave me dead and bludgeoned

Numbing the pain through scarring limbs
Darkness grows near, the light becoming dim
My hope constantly wearing thin
When will I find pleasure ever again
The spite in myself is more than hate
Death has always been my fate

If this was love it shouldn’t be killing me
Release me from the weight of this gravity

I won’t waste your time with what goes on in my mind, because I’m slowly forgetting.
Forgetting everything one day at a time
Everyday feels the same, why do things have to be this way, a feeling of happiness never to be regained

Eyes have become hollow sockets
Lungs nothing more than air pockets
Heart empty filled with despair
Mind left with too much to bear

Overwhelming torture and discourse
Drowning every guilt with remorse
Nothing but bitterness and disgust
There’s no faith left to trust

I used to tell myself that I would never become someone else
But I should have told myself
I was going to be somebody

This world seemed so quiet when you were here
Now surrounded by static and noise
So again I find myself swimming to the bottom of the bottle just to block out all sound
Who have I become this time around

I can see in the dark
After some minutes of silence
What was pitch black
Is filled with silhouettes

It happens often
When we enter the dark
At first we can’t see
But slowly we are used to it

To see clearly
We must not scream in fear
Or pain

To be
And surrender
To the darkness
That is
Then we can see
Even in the dark
For we know
That our eyes are nothing
But a mirror
Of what we perceive
And what we are

I can see in the dark
Can you?

I live in darkness
I am hidden from others
I know things about you that you didn't even know
I am always with you Yet I am alone
I feel nothing but pain
I break easily and can't seem to put myself back together correctly
I don't know the answer to this riddle
I always wonder who am I?

All that I feel is lots of sorrow,
all I that I want is just to sleep.
And in nostalgia I wallow,
and so my inner voice is strict.

The days go by but feel like years,
the torture's slow and has no end.
And from the depths I bring those fears,
that you 'll be gone and I won't mend.

I'm trying so hard not to cry,
but empty I feel as though I'm dead.
I ask a thousand times "why?",
but all I hear is tears being shed.

Help me to find again my spark
help me in seeing the good in evil.
Don't want no more to be in the dark
assist me in my soul's retrieval.

I've tainted our friendship
with love that isn't platonic;
it's spreading fast,
yet I can only see
it's covering nothing

because like us,
we're nothing

In a place where there are no souls,
I wander and wander like a stranger.
i know not where my grave is,
but i do know where my heart is.

i follow my heart and search for the light,
the light that used to guide me when i was alive,
but all i see is darkness,
and i wonder whether i will ever be more alive?

is this reality or is it a dream?
i am stuck in this loop for a long time.
please, someone help me get away,
because i am scared,
i am scared,
i am scared.

I learned lessons in the darkness
  that I couldn't in the light.

First
   that you don't have to shiver
    in the frosty winter bite.

Then
   that shadows are deceiving
    so your faith becomes your sight.

Last
   that flames will shine through boldly,
    you must wait with all your might.

I need a hero
A hero willing to enter my gruelling darkness searching for my lost soul.

In my eyes i see evil,
A window depicting
A devil beside me.

I couldn't see though him,
As i hurried through the rain.
His reflection stained dry
Just inside the glass.

A man slowly writhing,
tossing, and turning,
Tattered soaked clothing,
On a dampened cardboard bed,
On the wrong side of the glass.

There he suffers,
Feet from salvation,
My train station.

A shiver passes through me
As i enter this cathedral of a station,
Population: one bulletproof guard,
Ensuring that i am not bothered
By the sickening feeble,
****** and outside.
But that does bother me.

Is there no church
In this place of momentum,
On the greener side of the glass,
Where we do not stop moving?