As I sit here all alone, thinking to myself
I feel as if I’m sitting up there on that empty shelf.
People pass by every day, but they never really see
All the pain I’m feeling or the darkness inside of me.
I turn to you for reassurance that everything will be okay,
But you don’t feel like talking after such a busy day.
You don’t understand that the sound of your voice sets me free,
And you never will notice the darkness inside of me.
It engulfs me like a burning orange flame
I wonder if things will ever feel the same.
I go on about my days performing my act so easily,
It’s almost as if I’ve escaped the darkness inside of me.
But then I return to this empty existence,
And I try to put up a stronger resistance.
It doesn’t take long before I am forced to flee,
And control is stolen by the darkness inside of me.
I pretend as if there’s someone here,
And for a moment I fight off my fear.
But then I realize I’m alone as can be,
The only one here is the darkness inside of me.
I have thoughts of my loved ones held close to my heart,
And I hope that they never have to feel this part.
I pray to God but not even He
Can conquer the darkness inside of me.
