I have to shield my eyes
Because the grass is so green it is psychedelic
Because the sky is so blue it is ultraviolet.
I have to shield my eyes
From your face,
From you.
You shine like an angel would if only I knew what an angel was.
I am surrounded by so many demons
That nothing is more painful
Than seeing hope in your eyes.
I don't want to see it or hear it or feel it,
I can't afford to let any happiness in because when I go back to darker days
They will hurt so much more.
So turn down the sounds and dim the light because
It is easier to be in the blackness I am accustomed to.
-by holly boyd
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