In My Head Poem by Makayla Johnson

It's dark.
It's dark and there's trails,
trails I have to follow,
trails made of blood.

Footprints.
Footprints in the pool,
in the red,
in my head.

I can see them.
No more faces
just a blur,
just a thought
and it's gone.

The sky is black,
not blue,
and not grey.
It's black and it taunts,
it laughs
at the fray.

I can see,
see a face.
Broken glass,
cut and slashed.
I can see
open eyes
that are glazed.

Feel the heart
taste the blood
it's a flood,
flood the mind
in my head
'till it's dead
see it now
hear a cry,
and it's gone.

There in my head
in my head
until it's dead,
until it's dead!
It's there in my head
until it screams.