so i wrote a poem but im not sure if its any good..




barbed wire fenced, keeping you inside
your afraid to go out and face your demise
you think its all fine, but you cant even tell
the fake joyful faces from these hot walls of hell
times almoust up but your not through just yet
take your chances place one last bet
I thought you were brave but I guess I thought wrong
you cant play this safe game for too long
look at you now, you're your own personal slave
just another secert you can take to your grave
your mind is all twisted, you can tell from this mess
your not sure if you should grow up and confess
you fall to the ground this time with grace
you have no steps left to retrace
one day they'll find you and your dark secerts too
you've been hiding behind a mask, trying to break through
I think the times up, I guess you'll never know
there's blood all around you it's time i should go
you know you messed up theres no place left to hide
you ask for a second chance but it's to late, access denied
your cold and lonely, awake from the dead
find one last place to rest from now till the end