The voices in my head coming out to play when it's dark out.
My window is wide open as the rain comes falling down once more.
My hair glances to my future once again.
Look at me, I'm ok.
The mirror is gracious as it sees me light my cigarette again.
It sees the scars not so smartly hidden.
Maybe they don't need to be.
My skin tells a story.
The nights I have drowned in my own sorrow.
But also the ones where I scream at my demons.
I love my smile, every last bit.
I bruise my body because I just can't quit.
I'm happy because my window is still open.
The streets are beautiful.
The lights are blinding me with adrenaline.
Please, can I keep this feeling?
