I see that its black all around me.
No matter what IM left alone.
Nobody cares. Why would they?
I still notice she trying to get in my head.
No light I like that.
My friend are you there?
The darkness is great.
I love the pain I feel.
It is the only thing that shows me its real.
I like the tears at my eyes, yes there salty but so am i.
My cheeks are cherry all the time.
Why?
Because I like the dark, not the light.
I don't want to get noticed anymore.
The feeling of me not trusting anyone.
How I will not get close.
The dark is appealing to me.
I feel it when I sleep when I sing,
When I write or read when I talk,
When I fly.
It's in me and the dark is appealing.
The pain is fun
And the hate is great.
