Dying Young

The light breaks through the dawn
and I am here with my curtains closed
letting the last remnants of the darkness
envelope me in its cacoon.
I don't want to break free
I am comfortable enough in cold.
I know I look steady
but I'm trembling within.
Still i crave the cold
coz i feel
if I am numb enough
i wouldn't feel
and may be it would help me heal.
I know I am still that child
standing in a dark corner and crying.
I know I am still that frightened soul
afraid to face the light
as it might illuminate everything
that I have kept hidden within me
and thus the darkness is
the only friend I see.
I know might be wrong
but I dont want to be strong.
Let me be, I am dying young.