My darkness was the cocoon

I wrapped myself in - obsessed

Building up walls -crawling inside

The places I once felt safe

Trapping out the despair and hopelessness

That follows my souls around

Blocking out the sunshine and the world

In hopes that time would heal all wounds

Voices meld together in an avalanche

Of lies -freezing me; whispering in my ear

Of all the things that I will be,

Saving myself is a waste of time -

Because the old me is already a burden

I can't possibly emerge as something new

"But my darling, you must go through times

Of darkness and growth to emerge more Beautiful"