On this day I stand
alone within the bleak surroundings
cold and chilled by its roots
and yet it talks to me freely.
Fragile memories are locked away
too precious to be cleaned
too precious to ever end,
but I can't stop using them anyways.
I stare up and wince from light
dark doesn't protrude anymore
doesn't heal my slit eyes
and as I stare, it becomes more clear.
Faked happiness and wounded hearts,
they're all around me
they're all I see,
all I can be, too well.