I wake on a bed of thorns and roses
My head screaming from pain
but I have no choice-
I can’t rejoice
My mind is locked in thick chains of steel
I stand up crying, trying,
Ignoring the millions of voices that come from my head
My eyes stare at the stone cold floor.
Each step I take
Is 5 miles long.
My feet are killing me
I reach my bathroom
and look back at me thinking
Is that a half dead monster?
It’s mouth speaks to me
But I can’t hear it
I realize this is a mirror,
I sigh heavily and walk out
I step outside
but I only see black skies.
Demons stare at me
From the other side of the street
Plants grow from my garden
Why do i care?
I wonder to myself
I don’t even matter to them anyway
I make an appearance at school
But there is no one there
I look around for awhile
And see the walls are painted red
I don’t notice at first but
There are lifeless dolls laying on the ground
I look at my cold wet clothes
And find red paint there as well,
The world around me spins for hours
I turn around and see a man
He’s there to greet me
He says his name is insanity
He lays out his plans for the world
School was only stage one
He opens my eyes to a world
That I didn’t know
Now instead of seeing just black
I now see a color that is
Brilliant blood red.
S