( TW: PTSD, Death, Blood)
I once heard of a lady who was strong and bold
She lived in a house and was quite old
She had no doors inside the house
A snake could have come in or even a mouse
She wasn't sad but barely talked
She liked to watch people but never stalked
People said she was weird, strange and a know-it-all
But I heard of a story behind it all
When the lady was young, a small, short child
Her mother died and her father's life was vital
Her father's heart, broken in two
Left a depression creeping throughout the room
He grabbed a gun in his hand
Said " I love you" as his final command
Closed the door and locked it tight
The young girl cried, full of confusion and fright
She heard a bang and all of her fear
Began to grow as blood soon appeared
Her door was the enemy, who locked her out
She couldn't stop him and she couldn't shout
It all happened so fast and then she grew up
Took all of the doors down to forget the cut
That grew deep in her heart, with her parents now past
She tries to be happy with her barriers of glass
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