Shut them.
Those doors
I want to shut them
They need not, to open again
They must be sealed, by my own hand
There's been enough suffering
There's been enough sorrow
Now all I need is solace
No pain to burrow
I hate those feelings
That come through
I disgust the emotions, I fall to
All they bring, brought, was loneliness
The feeling of slight cheerfulness
Yet I know, nothing good, ever lasts
I want to close those doors
The ones that lead to my heart
Blow them up, break them apart
I've known I could of been exposed
Regret fills, sorrow kills
I let it be
Just wanted a last...opportunity
I had it
I lost it
No longer want it
Just want the seal
To all emotion
To all feel
Because right now
They, to my heart, kill
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My Lil Story Of Life And Depression: Poems Of The Lost And Wounded
RandomThese are some of my poems and my weird random thoughts. It may contain sad things, some explicit content, things that may bring you joy, things that are just my truth or maybe they are lies. Ideals that my thoughts provide, while in my writing, you...
