Return.

I have a bit of darkness.

It lives inside of me.

It stays quiet around others,

So they do not see.

It rips me up and cuts me deep,

Late at night,

As I try to sleep.

I place my pillow over my head..

As I listen to my darkness,

Wish me dead.

I wish I knew,

what it wanted from me.

I do everything right,

But the dark is all I see.

Sometimes I wonder,

Why it likes me so much.

Why it strokes my face,

With its rough, jagged touch.

Sometimes the darkness is blinding,

And I must shelter my eyes.

It unzips my soul with its glare.

Another part of me dies.

It searches through my memories.

Deep inside my brain

It only likes to watch the ones,

With the most pain.

If I make it through another night,

That's a night I have won.

Until the lights go out again,

And the darkness has its fun.