I will write this poem on the wall
On the night before I fall
I take my hand and face my wrist
And from there I gave it a little twist
What roams in the mind is regret and sorrow
Will I be there to see the morrow?
I carve a bleeding rose from my flesh
And a broken heart without a mess
As tears roll down the pale face
I then knew I was living in a maze
I use my blood to narrate my story
From where it began to being lonely
Moving on to the scenes of agony
The pain and suffering present since morning
Alone I lay in my pool of shame
Without a being to take the blame
Sadly did I live and lie
And gladly did I leave and die.

A world of silence
A place where she could express her insanity
A corner where loneliness became her friend
None could make sense
From the art she made through the blood which was shed
For all failed to see
The pain behind her eyes
Expressing her life
Like a blooming flower of a million colours
Revealing the beauty of her scars uncovering her past
All failed to see
For they were blinded by pride
Alone she remained with her solitary yet dark soul
A place where she sought for peace and found a solace.

Don't come too close
Its pitch black here
Its where my monsters slumber
You will get hurt
If they wake up and you're the cause.

Don't come too close
Its cold here
You will get a chill
And catch a cold then die cold-heartedly.

Don't come too close
There is blood being shed
Don't try to dress my wounds
For these are fresh scars
That fail to heal.

Don't come to close
And sell me dreams
its no use
As I once went past nightmares.

Don't come to close
And claim that you know me
Not even the twisted angel within understands.

Don't come to close
And say you feel my pain
Not of a broken soul
Nor a torn spirit.

Don't come to close
And try to save me with lies and empty promises
Within the shadows I was made an outcast
And within the shadows I remain.