Picture
below,
You are a girl in the woods,
surrounded by the night owls' cries.
You know it's civilized,
by civilized, I mean had.
but You feel very, very bad.
'cause that's what you're called, bad.
You feel a want of a leave, bad.
'cause that's what you had to hate, bad.
so You start from a walk to a run,
but the Woods take you no further,
but into the deep, deep wet, fertile.
It reeks, it shrieks,
it dazes, it hazes,
and it cuts.
You see.
You know.
You're in the

DARK PLACE

.
There are other girls in this woods.
One girl who scars herself
every now and then,
One girl who blames people
for everything,
and One girl who breaks the rules
all there is.
You might think,
they are what they are,
just because of their problems,
Something congenital, maybe,
Mentally-unstable-like, perhaps.
but sadly, No,
and you know very well why it's not.
'cause You've been there, in their shoes.
'cause You've been told, 'n told 'n told.
If you don't remember what it was like,
Down below THEY might reminds you of.
Bear in mind that It is you,
not others, that suffers, that wanders.
You can feel it in your bones.
'cause, It's written on your genes.
'cause You're frightened at night,
but don't know why,
but You feel free at the darkest night,
but don't know why.
If you just care to see, see yourself,
as her.
If you just care to lose, lose yourself once,
with her.
Here's yours, the

DARK PLACE

.
You're had, had made, laid to bleed, bled for a deed.
Your mama told you to behave,
‘cause everything you can't have,
like the feverish love she gave,
like the shivery carve you crave.
"Sit still and smile.
Cherish your charity."
but You can't SIT STILL when you're motivated.
You can't SMILE when you're complicated.
You can't CHERISH when you're ill-treated...
whenever you were bad, you felt sad,
and, ill you became, then, she your mama came.
What a relief but brief the love have.
What a grave belief of life you grieve.
…Virtue eats you alive all night
You can't stand the state,
that you need to bleed.
"Here come lad, I'd give glad."
Even you're had, eaten your head.
so You start to cut,
where it hurt a lot,
with any sharp you spot.
These cut into you deep,
like you are some cheap.
You feel it's bad, but it suits you so bad,
‘cause you're a girl, who's very bad.
and When you were a girl who's bad,
you'd be fed, with the love you cred,
but you dread, fled, bled, dead.
so, You became the subject,
of the SHARP OBJECTS.