Here In The Dark...

Am I still awake?
My eyes are still open so I must be.
I cannot move my body though,
is there a problem with me?

The last I knew was the knife twisting,
stirring once more against my heart.
Her smile brings back the feeling of pain,
I scream out into the dark.

A hand on my shoulder,
a feeling of comfort bringing me back.
My eyes open up to light,
as it sears the ground at my back.

My friend shakes me again,
reminding me that its time to get moving.
They are nice to have around again,
the reminder that I need to keep moving.

But even through this continuing fight,
I hear their voices somewhere behind me.
A constant reminder to the arms that reach out,
trying to drag me into the never-ending night.

This armor that I wear,
protects me from what flies through the air.
It also covers up the wounds underneath,
that I continuously bear.

But even now the armor sticks,
the wounds beginning to show.
My steps begin to falter,
but even with this weakness, I cannot slow.

A touch on my shoulder again,
just as my strength gives way.
My head bowed against the pain,
my eyes giving the sorrow away.

A soft voice to the touch,
asking me if I’m alright.
But if she saw these clothes stained with crimson,
she would see into my night.

My nights marked by tears,
marked by the wounds that I bear.
The scars that refuse to heal,
no matter how much happiness I hear.

Though they smile at me,
letting me know that I will be alright.
The smiles show their own,
and mimic the smile that haunts my night.

For once that sun goes out,
she will be next to me once more.
Always finding a way,
through many a closed door.

Am I still awake?
My eyes are still open so I must be.
I cannot move my body though,
is there a problem with me?