I should have locked that door,
things wouldn't be so bad.
I looked over and saw him,
his hands were on me,
he asked me to shut my mouth,
telling me no one would believe.
That was a lot for a small girl,
who still figures out what love is,
she didn't knew what was going,
all she knew that she wasn't her.
She couldn't do anything,
she watched him killing herself,
she watched him looking her,
all pathetic and naked,
even it was all over by time,
nothing seems to be same.
She cursed herself for ,
not locking that door.
She was never same,
she turned into a opposite person.ʟᴀᴠ.ᴇɴᴅ.ᴇʀ
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Loud Scream !
Poetry' ᴘᴀᴘᴇʀ ʜᴀs ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴘᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ' - ᴀɴɴᴇ ғʀᴀɴᴋ ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ᴍᴇ ᴏɴᴇ, ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴀʀᴇ sᴏᴍᴇ ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴜᴘs ᴏғ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ - ʟᴀᴠ.ᴇɴᴅ.ᴇʀ