Curled up on my side
Waiting for the darkness to come and take me
With it comes relief
Release from all the pain
But it isn't always a release
It is just another prison
Trapped in my own mind
Unable to escape
And yet, this prison is better than being awake and alive
Cause I know that no matter how real it seems, it isn't and it will eventually go away
It is frightening that sometimes I just don't want to wake up
All I want to do is to stay there
Wrapped in that safe, warm cocoon
But this is cowardly
We can't run from our problems
No matter how much we want to

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