Answer the Door

Gazing at your pretty eyes I can tell you hide tremendous sadness behind them. 
Too scared to open the door inside you keep it locked from the other side. 
Girl, I know you don't want a savior, but you could use a little saving. 
Please don't turn to the shadows for cover. 
We're all a little broken. 
I'm captivated by your lovely smile, but I see past the thinly veiled veneer. 
I promise you this the key to freedom is in letting in a little more love. 
A little's enough. 
You may be a little broken, but so am I, and maybe with a bit of trust our cracks will align, falling into wondrous harmony. 
What will it be? 
Will you open up for me? 
Remember, if you never unlock the door you might just miss fate's knock.

Disease

I have this sickness in my soul. 
It grows a little stronger every day. 
The thoughts grow a little darker, my actions bleaker. 
It's a battle I've been fighting all my life, and it never gets any easier, never any better. 
I've been looking for a savior in all the wrong places. 
Desperately seeking a miraculous cure. 
Distractions are many, but they only conceal the pain, never taking it away completely. 
Nothing but a mere veneer. 
Confidence is waning. 
Hope is fading. 
Everything seems surreal. 
A mind is a terrible thing to waste but when you're trapped inside it seems like a good thing to lose. 
And the hard part is the only one who can save me is myself, and I have to ask: am I worth saving?