It's always self-inflicted, the pain that you cause yourself when all of your demons and cobwebs get a little too close to the surface. When you think that maybe it would be easier if you just ruined everything so that you wouldn't have to live up to the expectations that are cast upon you each day by the people who might not know what cracks too look underneath.
So come at me with you broken words and throw down all the statements that you wish you could scream at people each day when this weight is a little too heavy. Tell me the secrets that you are too ashamed to give a voice too and paint me a canvas of all the ugly that you are too scared to show to the daylight.
I will take it all. I will always take all of it, because each of these pieces makes up a part of your whole.
I am not scared of your dark.
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