Poems collection -Self harm (trigger warning)

The door to my trust

The door is closed.

I'm trapped

In my own mind.

I can't trust,

I can no longer talk

About my feelings.

I had a gun in one hand,

And shot holes into the door.

The door has flaws,

Its imperfect.

I poke string through every hole,

Each one reaching out to someone different.

My friends

A single teacher,

And some people I met

On the internet.

They are the only ones

With the power to reach through,

And get to me.

They have the power

To get through my door of trust,

And its closed.

23/12/14