Imperfect, I am.

 
And so I'm consciously imperfect!
From the scars on my skin
To the wounds of my heart,
I'm perfectly imperfect!
I don't always see the light from beneath my 'lids
Many a times it's darkened,
I'm shaken
And I shiver
Maybe I want someone to whisper thru the silence of the creepy dark room
And say "don't make a sound"
Maybe i wanna get up and run,
Till the first sight of light
In the dawn, maybe
Or do i wanna wake up to bouquets of flowers?
To love and tenderness?
To rays piercing through the curtains?
Or to a red pool,
Into which my last breaths oozed?!
I don't know!
 
(honestly, I've never felt this low before)