Insanity . . .

White rose petals at my toes,
My eyes covered in black,
A blurring vision due to tears,
Curled up in a corner of horror.

Closed off to the world,
My emotions, sealed inside,
Like a Christmas present never opened,
I start to rot. alone to die.

Things never really clear,
Life always closing off,
Sitting up for hours to music,
Reciting a story, my life.

Uncomfortable around myself,
Not being able to show love,
I can't break down, i wont show weakness,
Not strong enough to continue,
Burning out inside.

Something that can't be true is real,
Slowly seeing from behind a cover,
Nothing protecting anymore,
I'm vulnerable to life again.

Pills to make life better,
But nothing ever improves,
Blades to let me feel,
But only pain does it cause.

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