The light doesn't go through me
But it does taint my skin.
I gave myself up so I could see
And now life is a war I cannot win. 

Words like acid burn holes in my armour. 
I wonder what it feels like to be a self-harmer.

I've never felt so tired.
I've never felt so lost. 
But now I'm wired
To trade my soul at any cost. 

So lay me down on heavens rugs,
And shoot me up with their strange drugs.

My hope is that they'll cure my nightmares,
But what if they're like everything else here,
Reminding me that not a single person cares.
I wonder though, what if you were like me, afraid of what's near?