Hidden

As the thoughts race,
through my mind,
stability,sanity,
I try to find.

I wish I could stay calm,
I wish I wouldn't go insane,
but it's just to hard,
living with all of this pain.

My arms are stained red,
my skin has gone pale,
here I stay trapped,
inside my little shell.

Here I will stay,
never to be found,
hidden away from light,
and hidden away from sound.