Sometimes I wish I could

See in the dark,

So I wouldn’t have to

Turn on the light

To write things down.

 

It blinds me.

 

It’s too bright for

The pain I feel.

It burns it away

So I cannot feel,

Just sitting still

With ink in one hand

Blood on the other.

 

Sometimes I wish I could

Sit in the dark

And let it have its way

With me.