My Shadowland

In this dark, lonely room,
I go to at night;
I write these dark, depressing poems,
Hoping you wont catch a sight; 

I call it my shadowland,
Although there are no shadows;
Its actually pitch black,
which is why no one follows; 

If there were followers,
I would not hold them captive;
The only thing in captivity,
Is the screams and tears i bleed;

 My shadowland is indeed spirit free,
If it was not;
My place for drowning out things,
It would not be;

 In this dark, lonley room,
I go to at night;
I write these dark depressing poems,
Hoping you wont catch a sight; 

I dont want you to think of me as bad,
Even though i am what i am;
I dont want to make you sad,
With my broken hearted poems...that make even me cry