afraid of the dark

years and years i've been in this place

with big shapes and contraptions to haunt me

not even a shard of glass to look at my face
nothing to heal the scars that are upon me

the sun rises and sets and i stand by the window

occasionally a bird whistles at me

i see the children play and i want to be with them

but i can't because of these hands that belong to me

i cannot eat and i cannot drink

and i have no one to talk to

therefore i observe and i think

even at the times when i don't want to

i'm barely human, i'm unfinished

my father didn't wake up

i'm not augmented and therefore diminished

but i do not cry or wail like a pup

with no blanket to shield and no light to see 

i wonder what's going to become of me

with my torn up bed and wall of pictures

they're my only company

one day i wonder what would happen

if i went to sleep and didn't wake up

like my father who was old and gray 

but i cannot live like this, it is enough 

if you're reading this, please come and save me

i'm afraid of the dark, i don't know what to do

don't ever leave, don't ever forsake me

i want to hope that i am worthy of you.

for edward scissorhands || originally posted here.
happy new year, everyone :)
-jocee <3