Leave Me Be.

She never did mind the dark,
It comforted her. 
She laid on the floor
And let her troubles sink into the carpet. 
Heart beating in her fingertips,
She didn't cry. 
She didn't move.
She didn't think.
She didn't feel. 
But the dark wrapped around her. 
Whispering into her blank mind,
You'll never get it right,
Every choice will be wrong,
You've already lost the game.
She didn't fight. 
The whispers were true. 
She didn't mind. 

Eventually she also sunk into the carpet, 
Into a land of make-believe. 
A land of promise. 
The night held her dark imagination. 
So many paths, 
So many opinions, 
So many people.
Even when she escaped, 
she cared too much about who was watching.
Who would see.
What they would think. 
What would they say? 

In her land of Dark,
She could see the shattered pieces. 
She could see spots of light. 
She could see people who cared. 
But there were people who laughed.
She could hide better in the dark.
Every move felt thick with guilt, 
A painful throbbing of regret. 
So she chose to hide.
Even though she should be picking up the pieces...

... But what if she didn't want to? 
What if losing herself felt better?
What if she didn't care that people were angry that she hurt,
What if she wanted selfish misery? 
Is that such a bad thing?

What if she just didn't care?