Current mood: 
sleepy
What do you do in the dark? In the warm night?
When you can’t even see your own hands
And there’s no one around you for miles
When you get choked up on your own thoughts
And the air that keeps you alive is strangling you
While you hear the cool rain touching your roof
And all you want is to breath
Even the people who created you aren’t here
The people who stand by you are fast asleep
I’m reaching out to the darkness
And all I find is my own hand
It’s such a beautiful sight, when I’m happy inside
It’s such a beautiful life, when the sun arrives
But I can’t ignore the dark anymore
Cause it’s attached to my own flesh
I would try to detach myself from this
But all I’ve got are my own hands.
