My garden

Walking through a garden with flowers in bloom,
Getting out away from that room,
I touch a flower of grace,
And only have tears burnt on my face,

I walk back and fall in to the limbs of a tree,
I turn blind I cant see,
I run around scared and cant find my way,
I need to get out I cant stay,

I walk on to something soft and it reminds me of grass,
Then it cuts me and feels like glass,
Im running into thorns of roses,
The door out I can hear closes,

I sit sink in to the depths of a weed,
Then all my skin can find to do is bleed,
I have no where to go nothing to see,
But everyone else can and see the fool is me,

They prod at my face and remark,
But I only see even more dark,
I want to be strong,
I only want to belong,

I thought that was here but Im obviously wrong,
I feel like a never ending song,
Sad and depressing,
All about girls feeling so good when they're undressing,

I know your secrets and they're locked up tight,
I shall protect you with all my might,
But I can only find blood spilling,
You all know its me your killing,

The gardens on fire and I can smell the smoke,
I lie down and begin to choke,
The rings of fire spread and swallow me and I burn to death,
Not one breath,

The fire dies down and ashes are left to take,
Burnt alive was me born a mistake . . .