Closed Doors
Let’s Take A Trip Through My Mind,
Let’s See What Horror’s We Can Find,
Turn Each Page And Shut Your Eyes,
Cover Your Ears To Block Out Those Cries.
All Alone In These Four Walls,
The World Outside Dark & Cold,
The Curtains Pulled To And The Blindes Closed Tightly,
Curled Up On The Floor Crying Silently.
The Skulls & Crossbones Filling My Notebook’s,
The Crossed Out Suicide Notes,
The Sad Quotes Telling My Story,
Word By Word.
Bracelet’s Cover My Wrists,
Hiding The Painful Truth Under Them,
A Burning Shame Which No One Should Know,
The Scars Deep And Raw.
I Cant’ Take You Further,
There’s To Many Secret’s I Want To Keep,
Don’t Tell Anyone The Horror’s You Saw,
For They Will Sealed Behind Closed Doors.
by Leanne S
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Comments
do u really cut yourself?
ouch
Try some therapy or somthing to make you stop
or ignore the people who are bothering you
theres nothing wrong with cutting yourself its not a problem that therapy can fix its a life style that you cant change
im addicted to the knife, the soft sting of a cut, driping blood to the floor but yet i continue to want more… will it ever be enough… how long to the liquid runs out in my veins, until the last beat of my dying heart i will love these words you wrote and keep them dearly close cause its a common tale that doesnt have to share the same fate… love the poem hope to hear more.
wow…. this is REALLY good…. i know how you feel