I used to be afraid of the dark,
Now darkness is all that I want.
I used to be afraid of monsters,
Until I realized I was one myself.
I used to run from pain,
But now I crave it.
My eyes are slowly fading into black.
My pupils will expand until they are just two colorless voids of darkness.
And there will be no more me.
But maybe that's a good thing.
Maybe that's what this world needs.
Maybe then I won't miss you so much.
Maybe then I won't feel like cutting into my poor aching arm.
... Because they're all just lines.
Lines, lines and more lines.
They go from bright red,
To pink,
To scratchy little brown lines,
To smooth white lines.
And criss cross in every direction,
They tell a story so sad
And pathetic,
That no one stays to listen.
They all just leave in the end.
