Behind The Door

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My first poem. Okay, it's crap, but It's my first go at writing one. Okay, it's depressing but I was feeling pretty depressed myself when I wrote it. It means a lot to me, so no hate comments and stuff, this is very personal. But whatever. Enjoy.

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I'm fine

This lie I have told countless times.

Two hollow words.

Could never hide so much

Pain.

Anger.

Solitude.

Despair.

The nightmare you can never awake from

The sadness that never ends

I have lost faith

In life.

But "I'm fine," Is what I say,

Why?

I cover the truth

Hiding it away.

But no one can know.

The knife offers some relief

Blade to skin

Silver on white.

Red.

Painting a picture no paintbrush could express

No words could say

Lanced with pain

A dark secret.

I am trapped.

Locked in this white room

Lost in these dark woods

Drowning in shadows.

Silently screaming,

 No reply.

Do I say any of this?

No.

"I'm fine," I say, "Really.

Fine."

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