The dark side

Every one of us has a dark side; a person inside us who whispers in the night. It hums lullabies so the nightmares can take over. Our dark side fills our head with false hopes. It makes us weep in the darkness. It fills the mind with doubt, fear; sheer, suffocating blackness. Our dark side chokes our dreams and drains away our happiness. It is slow; clawing stealthily forward like the mist. It is a claustrophobic, impenetrable fog. It attacks when we least expect it. It poisons, it maims. With its icy cold dagger it stabs through our strength, pulling us away from the light, the love.

Life is a daily struggle to keep the darkness at bay. It is a fight to keep the dark side hidden in a box, locked away, deep inside the chambers of our mind. Life is all about finding the strength to keep going; to push away the pain; to not shrivel up, hideaway and give up.

Sometimes we win. Sometimes we lose.

What are friends for

I wrote this sometime around 2 in the morning. It could be a little more refined but I think I've put down most of what I wanted to.

You know why we need friends...
We need them to lie to us
When we can see the reality.
We need them to tell us it’ll all be ok
When we know it won’t.
We need them to blindfold us
When the truth becomes too much to take.
We need them to bandage and mend the cuts
That refuse to heal.
When the reality hurts too much
We need them to sing us a lullaby
And put us to sleep.
When the cuts bleed
And the tears flow,
We need them to stitch us up.
And when they see our hopes taking flight
And they know only more pain can follow,
We need them to chop off their wings.