Crawling into the darkness,
You can't help but cry,
You're afraid you'll be called heartless,
And they won't wonder why.
They wont care that you left,
And they'll never know why,
They will never understand,
And to cover themselves,
They will lie.
Throw away the cruel disguise,
Of the walls that you once put up,
And let others come and prove,
That you've always had,
Those beautiful eyes.
Forget the ones you left,
They only make you sick,
And lite the fire in your heart,
With the blackened,
And lost wick.
You think that you're undead,
But you've only just been born,
Wipe the makeup clean,
And let the others scorn,
Don't let the feelings stop you,
And let your love be seen.
Not to mention "Crawling into darkness" is a really cool phrase.
You've got great ideas in the fourth stanza concerning the charred wick, but I think this stanza also isn't the strongest one. Maybe consider rewording if you're ever in the mood to go through the horrendous stages of editing.
Interesting way of ending the poem... I like how suddenly we're going into rebirth and change, and to "let your love be seen."