If one word could describe me it would be masochistic
Who knew my macabre horrors were realistic
I use to hide in the contents of my mind
Its all loose, mixed with man kind
Everywhere I look, these faces stare back
Witch ones are humans, which are the masks
Who knew that Bella was real
Who knew that she could talk, touch, and feel
Since when did vampires become true
Since when was my mind so askew
What happened to my childhood innocence
Now I am being followed by a dark prince
My mind grows weak I fight for control
When I did I trade for this life my soul
My lungs cave in I fall with a gasp
Begging, crying let this breathe be my last
But no but no Bella cant let that be
She thinks she’s helping, but its just hurting me
Where oh where has my mind gone
I cant get close to anyone, I must stay withdrawn
My presence alone is risk enough
I must continue to be happy with this life, which is a bluff
This razor blade is meant for me
It wont do any harm though, not with this immortality
But, what am I, a creature so unknown
I am all alone alone in this world, I am on my own
I go forward one step, fall back two
Like I wish I could do to these horrors, I bid you adieu.
