I'm not afraid of the darkness
I'm afraid of the lights
As it shows my scars
My weaknesses, my frights
And displays the truth
Of the horrible kind
It burns my eyes
It burns my soul
To see I'm not the only one
Hiding behind the blinds
It wounds my heart
It wounds my mind
To know what felt like a flower
Is actually a knife
To know what felt like an angel
Is actually a fiend
It kills me to recognize
It kills me to realize
What seeemed like my home
Is nothing but hostile
What looked like an empire
Is nothing but ravaged
But even though living in the dark
Has made me blind
But it has kept the secrets
That I never wanted to find
So for that I have loved it
So for that I have lived in it
As it brings me peace
As it brings me happiness
Even if it's of the fake kind
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Ataraxia
PoetrySome random article/peom-ish thingys that I've written Writing is my only escape route I find peace in it So whenever i feel down I just start writing about literally anything that comes to my mind and at the end of it I somehow ALWAYS find a sol...
