The Secret Room.

Theses thoughts are locked so deep inside.
My feelings and heart encased in this dark room.
For fear they will be broke into nothing but meaningless shards.
I hide the key, hoping to never let them be shown.

My cheeks damp with these scarlet tears I cry.
My arm sore, from the nothingness I carve onto myself.
Meaningless scares, traced over my entire body.
For a fear, the room will be discovered some day soon.

The pain of hiding the deep dark secrets.
Pushing me slowly into death.
I sit waiting for the day, it will end.
The day the blade will slip when I am carving these beautiful drawings.

And The horror of my ifeless body lying in the pool of blood on the floor.
The defining screams coming from the finder of my body.
The discovering of the forgotten secrets that where never meant to be let out.
A blade dug deeply into my small wrists.

These thoughts shall forever stay hidden..
Locked so deep inside, not even death could bring them to the surface.
Silence that was never meant to be broken.

©Megan - 2006