My world of pain

My horrors form in my dreams,
I can't take anymore of the screams,
no one accepts me,
why can't they see.

I am already dead,
and my blood is flowing red,
if someone helped me then I could go on,
but my horrors killed my spirit and now it is gone.

Help me I'm trapped in this world,
of pain and sadness in a twirl,
my horrors are contained behind an iron gate,
and I have to deal with my fate.

As the sky darkens and it begins to snow,
soon my blood will flow,
for this forsaken soul,
it will take a toll.

I only wanted to be loved,
like a turtle dove,
but my pain grew inside my heart,
as it was being tore apart.

My lifeless corpse now is upon you,
and I hate you all too,
everyone is all the same to me,
but you all can't see.

As I stare at the darken skies,
and look into a mirror at my eyes,
the pain and loss of the pain,
as it starts to rain.

Every day is a fight,
and every day I losses some light,
my death is coming soon,
as the rise of the full moon.

I shut my eyes and lay,
here I will stay,
I fall off the building hope,
and I hang here on a rope.

So feel pity for me you see,
I am finally free,
as I wear my black gloves
my spirit only need love.

This is what it only need,
so take this as a heed,
I am done here to decease,
so please let me rest in peace.