My head, it hurts
It's ringing with words
Words, which I don't want to hear
The light, the hope, it's too dazzling
Enough to sting my eyes
I've tried, again and again
To embrace the warmth and light
But alas, somewhere along the way
The shadows, they became my friends
The coldness, it soothes my soul
And the dark, it seems
Holds me close
I know I shouldn't, but I like my wounds,
My scars better
Than hope
I prefer the the burning of my heart,
Than the sting of medicine
I choose despair over hope,
For it saves me from fall
Just like how, If I am already dead,
Then I won't fear death
If I am already sad
Then nothing will upset me
But, somewhere in my heart
A part, wants me to feel
The warmth and the light
But, I am painfully aware
That, it is better to choose
Darkness over light
For it will save me
From getting hurt
And because the light was
Never me ment for me....