I cannot conquer this world nor overcome the fear of reality.
But I can stay in my thoughts for hours
I can bleed myself out on a piece of lined paper
All while tearing the strings of my sanity to shreds
I'm good at hiding
I like to empty bottles just to fill them back up with secrets and sorrows.
And when I was little I used to stay in my house to be safe
But I've known that I can't escape the space between the doors that makes you sit and think
I'm never safe
Because the world is cold and the people are ice
And these ice cold people have rose seeds planted in their chests.
The roses grow and bloom,
And they kill them.
These people of ice are aware of the darkness as well.
Maybe they're afraid of it just like you and me.
