The night is dark, They say,
It's when Demons come out to play.
But as I slip between the sheets,
Night seems safer than day
'Draw the blinds! Turn on the lights!'
But light just makes me blind.
'Open the door! Let us in!'
But I closed the door so long ago, another shield to hide behind
Not knowing how, my feet guide me,
Not knowing why, my hands reach out,
The fire turns blue, deep inside me,
The blade shines, silencing doubt.
Darkness is a welcome light,
Pain, a heady drug.
Mind numb, face blank, I only stare,
As dark blood stains the floor.
Tears blur my vision,
But I still see red.
Crimson seeps through the rag i hold,
Wiping the pain I shed.
I open the window, stare outside,
Breathing in the cool moonlight.
Knowing, for now I dont need to be,
The one in the mirror, pretending its alright.
I want to stop longing,
For someone to walk in,
To stop lying to myself,
'Someone will finally see'.
But everyone walked out on me,
Their footprints burn my soul,
I can only lock myself away,
And smile, so no one knows.
Invisible, never good enough,
Secrets stain my soul.
Scarred, scared, running from myself,
The knife always leaves me cold.
Night creeps away, but the Demons never sleep,
The sun stares as I pull my fullsleeves on,
The cuts on my wrists, turn to scars,
Another day, another mask to put on.
