I still get terrified of who I have become 
I still don’t sleep most nights because my dream is that I don’t wake up 
there are ghosts inside my lungs, there are devils in my head 
here are pieces of me that are better left dead. 
I’ll keep my head in the clouds and one foot in the grave 
in hopes that someday I might change. 
I’d be the brightest light that you have ever seen, 
but I’ve grown too dark, I’m just a shadow of myself.