Scareful

not scared to be scared and sad,
scared to not be able to go back

to sit in the dark

to hide under my bed

-why should I be scared

I'm already dead-

happy but came running back

run and hide inside my room

inside my wisdom

inside my doom

been happy for a while now

starting to miss my rundown 

where is the comfort of the cold?

missing the hurt

the pain of this world

how come it's all I know?

scared I will never be able to let myself go

collapse with a clash to the ground

when will reality bring me back under the ground?

I'm scared to be happy

Not sad