Happy Birthday ((Not what it seems))

A day away from my 15th birthday, sick and friendless haunted by the past.

Lying in a bed of broken glass,
Afraid to watch the shadows pass,
Echos and whispers silence slice,
Unshed tears turned to ice,
Darkness a crimson color bled,
Hopes and happiness fled,
Eyes staring straight into space,
Unable to look another in the face,
A fake smile the haunting light,
Burning the room and burning it bright,
Scared to move and scared to leave,
Scared just to even breathe,
Screams dying on un-dead lips,
Pain from the light that whips,
Living life through the looking glass,
Waiting for the scene to pass.