What would you do if you knew that today was my last day?
Would you tease me?
Would you hit me?
Would you ask me to stay?
Would you regret what you did at all?
Spreading the rumours
Scratching and kicking
Would you regret the many times you made me fall?
Because tonight I will go and take a bath,
But I won't come out.
Mum will knock on the door,
When it opens she will fall to the floor.
I wrought something down before my end
On the mirrors and walls in my bathroom
And on the floor and ceiling in my bedroom
I don't know what I did,
Forgive me for whatever I said.
Why couldn't we just have been friends,
Instead of letting the darkness spread?
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Behind Locked Doors
PoesíaTHESE ARE POEMS The sad and depressed call for help openly. The happy ones are always the ones with more scares, and we call for help too late. These poems will let people see into the eyes of someone you think is happy but behind closed doors they...
