Scream and Games

Is it true?

Hello rose with one petal fallen, shattered in blood. Are you truly a rose or merely a thorn which the blood flows from the most hurtful part, myself. No it's in my head it's my imagination. Though isn't everything in my head, the voices screaming. Wanting to get out of the the darkness wanting to run away from the truth. Not knowing which way to take. The one with the cold heart that's to hot to stand. Or to the soul so big it kills you. The way to eyes that see smiling faces as they die. Or to the ears that hear laughter after being thrown away like you weren't alive. There are many exits to the dark but there will always be a shadow in the light!