The darkness is your comforter
A lack of conscience is your pillow
You live between the cracks of your broken dreams
You constantly brush off your fears
Never admitting to your soul
You are afraid
Fear has never overwhelmed your heart
Fear now holds a death grip as you grasp
The screaming in your head will not give way
This grip will surely kill you
You will surely die
Allow the tears to come
Allow yourself to scream
Release the pressure, release the grasp
Don’t lie to yourself anymore
Don’t rationalize
If you don’t heed my words,
You will surely die.