Never had someone to warn me,
Not to wander to far away.
Now look at me,
Lost far away from my mind,
Trapped in a vast forest,
Tangled in the brambles,
Thorns piercing my skin,
As my pale hand writhes in the dirt,
Reaching desperatly for anything to pull me out,
But I can only gather thorn after thorn,
And I'm helpless to stop the blood running down my arm.
Why didn't anyone tell me?
Why did I recieve no warning?
Is this my fate?
But I feel so cheated,
This is something I could have at least prepared for,
Life in a bleeding, tangled prison.
But did bring this onto myself?
Wandering straight into this concealing prison?
I'm the one who avoids daylight,
Who frowns at the idea of socializing.
Is this my fault?
But I can't help who I am!
This is me.
But I can't find a door out of my own soul,
Blackened and charred, burnt by the pain it has consumed.
This is me,
Painting my walls orange, to stick out,
So no one can guess I am my own prison.
This is me, my own doing!
I've locked myself in again,
And I'm too proud to call for help.
I hate this prison,
I hate this person!
Why can't I just forever leave my cell?
Why do I disguise my pain?
This front I support is only tearing me to pieces on the inside,
Oh, and I want to make it show on the outside!
Red, red wine,
Spilled upon the whitest of all silk,
And a vile stain will appear.
Go figure?
Honestly, What did I expect?
I'm sick of my insanity,
I make no sense.
And I'm so sick of this,
This whole ludicrous being.
I'm too tired, too angry, to far away,
Have I forever lost my grip on sanity?
God, no, please real me back in.
Why didn't anyone warn me?
Why didn't you warn me?