A world of her own
The scars on her wrist,Lead you into a world of her own,
You see what she sees,
And you feel what she feels.
Inside her mind,
There is no way out,
She's forever inside,
The walls of her heart.
She has one escape,
But through the valley,
You must walk,
Through broken glass,
And shattered dreams,
You must go.
Into the maze of bones,
You must follow,
Soon you'll be at your destination,
But make sure you have the key.
The key is strung around her neck,
On a ribbon it rests,
A shiny piece of art,
A ruby in the shape of a heart,
Lays on its side.
Your destination,
Is a heart shaped door
Big tall and wide
Behind it she waits,
For someone to set her free
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