The whole world is filled with doors
One for my life and one for yours
Every door is filled with something
From stories to family, its never nothing
Behind my door contains my secrets
It's always locked so no one will see it
My door is dark and made of steel
You can't break it down, the inside won't be revealed
On my door are coats of blood red
A drop for every regret for every thing I've done and said
My door also contains the thoughts in my mind
Depressive memories and ideas I wish I left behind
So you see every door is unique
Some are strong and some are weak
Some are more filled than others
Some are dull and other with colors
Now that i gave you a clue about my door
Can you tell me a bit about yours?
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For Those Who Wounds Never Heal - emotional poetry
PoetryThis is for the people in this world that have gone through a lot. Please know you are not alone. These are also a more updated on called "For Those Who Wounds Never Heal - emotional poetry part 2". These are from more my earlier times of writing p...
