Mystery Girl

I walk down a road of solitude and empty is my name,

i bear beauty marks on my body and depression is how i stay sane.

Behind my eyes lies a broken interior, and hatred runs through my veins,

Im in love with blood and razors,

and my only friend is the voice in my brain.

Cold is the skin I live in and pain manifests in my brain,

my heart is stone and hell is my home with destruction being the flames.

I mask myself from existing to shun myself from the world,

and continue to walk the lonely streets labeled as a mysterious girl.