you did it.
you killed someone.
i saw you stabbing him with sharp knives from the kitchen.
you smiled when you saw him helpless,
you didn't stop until you made him lifeless.
i saw you hiding his body in your room.
and you left all the footprints, hands covered with blood, and stains on the floor.
but everyone's busy staring at the diamond chandelier.
no one suspected a thing.
who would know you did it?
you killed me.
// skeletons in your closet.
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Solitude Hour
Poetryi have been locking up all of my thoughts and shutting down voices inside my head. i am terrified to see how messed up it is and to hear what a horrifying sound it would be. but sometimes, when i am alone, i let them be wild and free. and then i wil...
