I will paint you black

I suffer every single day

There is nothing that will take the pain away

I exist in my own hell

What I feel inside

Know one will ever know

The pain is so great

It quickly turns to hate

I will rip you down

Before I raise my voice

I won’t need to

I will paint you black

Then I will walk away

Because in the end

There is nothing left

I do not exist in this world

And I never will

Nyx

A shadow

I exist
As a shadow
I float through the world
They hear my voice
But I do not let them see through the smoke
As I flow through the air
Because I know that I can switch it off
And no longer care
A blessing and a curse
Forward than reverse
I long to be whole
But maybe this will never be
All I can do is hope

Nyx

No one

There is no one here

To hold my hand

There is no one here

To tell me everything will be ok

There is no one here

To hold me and let me cry

There is no one here

To stop me from destroying myself

Nyx

Broken

I exist in my own hell

A busted broken shell

I break everyday

Nothing takes the pain away

There is no song that brings lasting peace

There is no wind on my face

There is no ground to walk on

There is nothing anyone can say

Because they all walk away

I wish I did not exist

But here I am

Living this life of pain

I will never be the same

I cannot fix what they have done

I was created and at the moment

My creators have won

I no longer see the beauty of the sun

I no longer see a blue sky

In this moment all I want to

Is die

Nyx

Let go

I barely make it through

Everything that I do

No matter what I have done

I have yet to feel the sun

It does not shine upon my face

There is no warm welcoming embrace

As I find myself here

There is no one near

No one to wipe away my tears

No one to soothe me

No one to shield me from my fears

So, I just fall

Further into the dark

I see nothing in this place

So, I close my eyes

And let go

Nyx

 

You watched me fade away

I reach for your hand

But you let it go

You watched me fall

You watched me fade away

I would have lived if you had stayed

But I did not matter enough

Disclaimer

When I speak of death it is often a representation of an end. I do not want this to be misinterpreted because I know I have friends on here who care. I appreciate all of you.

Peace and love,

Nyx