The dark room is where I go to exclude myself from the harsh reality called life. There is where I can let go all the pain and hurt in my heart. Where I can put my mask down and show my real face. Where tears flow down my face onto my arms. Where the knife meets my soft body cutting deep enough for the blood to flow causing beautiful body art for only my eyes to see. Each tells their own stories. Beneath each scar is the memory of who I used to be. The quiet girl who always smiled never having a care in the world has been replaced by a dark souled girl burned deep with the harsh words of the world. The dark room hides it all.
