Behind closed doors
No ones sees the trauma
No one hears the screams
My thoughts are my own
As they destroy me
Behind closed doors
My heart is a canvas
That I paint bright red
With my razor paintbrush
My dark desires are fed
Behind closed doors
Your words attack me
Cutting me to the ground
No one can save what is already gone
So I fade without a sound
Behind closed doors
You'll find my words
Glorious, painful words untold and unsaid
Because I cut myself down with my own sword
And left myself for dead
YOU ARE READING
i tried, but look where that got me
Poetryi tried and failed, but i am still happy. i tried and succeeded, but look where that got me. xxx This is a series of poems I have collected and written over the years. I hope you like them; sorry if they're crap. Toodles! ~Stickers
