my own prison

in a world all alone
where noise is a whisper
a scream, a whimper
in a world filled with rage
blood stained walls
tear stained face
in a world filled with sorrow
sadness lurks upon every street corner
it clings to every soul
in a world of my own
tears fall more than rain
my skin blackened, only stained
mascara streams down my face
blood on the floor
blood on my mind
anger is more than rage
rage more than anger
sorrow is a hopeful dream
in a world of my own...
it's just me
my own problems
my own loss
my own tormented thoughts
just me
in the darkness
groping for anything that could save me
just me, just me
in a world of my own creation
my own well kept hell
just me
never will you see
just me