Can you see me?
Beyond the excited smiles
and love-filled eyes.
Sometimes my dark demon
pulls me down so far,
and I don't want to come back up.
Not for air
nor a bright kissed memory.
I am ultimately
black.
Always asking questions
Can you see?
That I pull what happiness I've found
and I try to manipulate it.
Feed it to my demon,
and be hollow
once again.