It’s cold but it’s comforting,
Welcoming, her only shelter
Preconceived to be bad,
It’s the only thing which keeps her breathing
Conceals all the pain and sorrow,
It has made her numb to all feelings
Who says it’s bad?
The dark is good
But when the lights are turned on,
The rays pierce through her eyes like knives
Agony and heartache hit her together,
The lights make her unarmed to her demons
Revealing the harsh truth,
They make her vulnerable and weak
Who says the dark is horrifying?
Horrifying are these blinding lights.