The Darkest Hour

Pain is the fire that lights up my heart but I still find myself shivering in the dark Images of teardrops on a bathroom floor Floods in my mind no one predicted the storm A mind that came with the whispers of ghosts that slander trust A heart that locked all its doors as it watched trust scream for sanity as it got taken, beaten, and locked up. Lies seduced truth when they said sanity was humanity