Shut behind
Closed doors
I can hold on
No more.
The tears start to fall
and I collapse,
Once again.
No one sees,
No one cares.
As I beg please
Save me.
Someone.
Anyone.
Cause I'm too depressed
To be sane.
And though everyone says it
I don't feel very pretty.
What do they see that I don't?
This can't be my destiny
To never be free,
To be stuck.
And I don't want comfort.
Because when I start
To feel better,
I just remember.
Yeah, I remember
All the things I have gone through.
And then my hope fails.
And once more,
No one can hear my screams.
And no one
Can feel my fears
Or see my tears.
Because I don't show it.
Unless
I'm
behind
closed
doors.
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Tears, Hurt, and Depression
PoesieQuick A/N: Some of these have been already posted and seen. Thank you, I do know that, but as part of my Spring-Cleaning I removed poems that did not have any votes that were all of the same genre and am moving it to this collection. Pretty straight...
