Dark Walls

Where will I go when there is no one there to follow?
What do I do when there is no one there to take my hand?
When the only thing I really have for certain in this life is loneliness;
When the only one out there willing to listen to what I have to say, is the girl who stands behind the mirror in front of my face.
When shadows spread across my walls;
And it seems that darkness starts to fall...
That's when I feel so insecure.
That's when I'm stuck beneath this weight and all locks are blocked so that I can never leave, and I am lost inside of me.
I ask myself just everytime;
What will it take to make my mind?
And what can I do so that they will never find me? When I have no other choice but to live my life in hiding.
I cannot say just who I am;
All that I know is that I am me.
I have hidden behind these darkwalls now for all of my life.... Behind spiderwebs and crawling vines.
My mind turns now just to a twist;
As I look down at my quivering wrist.
The blade presses before me but I always whimp out, And it doens't seem to matter how much I may scream or shout.
They will never never hear me behind these darkwalls,
and I must wait for the reaper's call;
Because when he finds me, that is when my death is really meant to be,
not when I decide because the time is never up to me.