If this Hell had an attic
I would climb just to see the stars
Yet I would never climb to heaven
Or forget these awful scars
If this Hell had a basement
I would crawl just to hide from fear
Yet I would never crawl right out
Or try to simply disappear
But if this Hell had a door
I would lock it just to hide away
I would lock it from the inside
And live in Hell my final day
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When they don't understand (poems)
Poetry"We're all in the same game,just different levels.Dealing with the same Hell,just different Devils"~Unknown So no matter what we're all the same in the sense that we have our own problems that we try hard to deal with.Remember,when they don't unders...
