Dark days come and go.
Dark nights come and go.
However as someone rightly said the scars that are not visible are hardest to heal.
There is some kind of a beauty in those moments of darkness to.
If it isn't so then why do we not come out of those dark moments easily.
We prefer to stay there for a long enough time, so did I, eh! In and out I uttered some words to you it was just a noisy gong 'get a life, don't behave like a nerd' inside ma head I had a terrible bong cuts n bruises on my skin blood oozing out of my chin to shin I cut my wings, I cried myself to sleep in my heart did you ever peep? I sit in this sad dark room a terrible doom n only gloom at nights, in ruins I sit on the floor, (pain surrounds n hurt abounds) collecting pieces of my own wounds In spirits of dark, I sit on heaps of pyre I burn alive in this painful quagmire I exist no more n I walk so dead And it aches, too much red I bled Answers n reasons I ask you for My world is in this marooned casserole Where there is no bliss n no charm It hurts to see you in someone else's arms Tell me now, where did I miss In everything I did, that n this to our first kiss I can't walk no more through this life I can only crawl, now that to you someone else is life.