Its funny how Darkness holds someone,
Never letting them go from its grips.
Holding and suffocating them.
Killing them a little every second that passes by.
I use to lay on my bed.
Listening to what it had to say.
Waiting for it to take me,
And have its way.
It had ways of playing tricks on me,
Awaiting till I became vulnerable.
It whispered every little word.
The ringing of those voices in my ears.
Over and over they went around in my head.
I wanted to rip every little inch of skin on my arm.
Thinking that hopefully if I hurt myself,
It will stop hurting me.
My reflection made fun of me,
It said things to me that people didn't tell me.
It made me feel worse than I though I could feel.
It destroyed me mentally.
What is worse than to hear from your own reflection,
That it hates you?
To kill yourself because you aren't worth anything?
To make everyone else happy by not being around?
What is worse than to see someone on the other side,
A reflection of what is suppose to be you.
And wonder every second if that person is really you?
There isn't anything worse than that.
It feels like, not a thousand, but a million knifes.
Each one stabbing at all the right spots.
At the exact spots in your heart.
Creating wounds that would last a life time.
And then you start to wonder
When will this end?
Why wont this end?
Will it ever end?
The truth is that Darkness has a little game.
And if you fall in its game,
Prepare yourself for the worse.
Because Darkness never lets you go from its grips.
