My darkest years

15, when I was captured of darkness
did not know it would swallow me whole
my future from this day would be a guess
marked permanently on body and soul

16, and I found a companion in the dark
she too would cut herself just to feel alive
we became closer than Lois and Clark
the good and bad had to battle a strife

17, and I am all messed up inside
forced into new and different surroundings
people did not know me and I could hide
no one saw the symbols I made with various things

18, and I harm myself for the last time
I am tired of the dark and I need some light
Making a wish that love I also could find
I want to love, I want to live - never fight

19, and I have found a different me
living in light with few painful words said
pretty scars from cigarettes everyone can see
I never will forget - I never will forget

I am not that insane, I just loose it
I am not that wrong, just never right

I am not that bad, I'm just messed up
I am not that sad, but I'm sad enough

*This poem is inspired of a song by Beth Hart - Leave the light on