Afraid of the dark

It’s true I’m afraid of the dark,
                The bad things there always leave a mark.
They tear, rip, and claw at every bit they can reach,
                but no matter how far I go the dark will always leach.
Every breath, every pain, and every inch of hope,
                There is no way for me and the darkness to cope.
Everyone asks why it causes me such a nightmare,
                I say,  “the dark… it has my feelings and memories of her there…”