Behind closed doors there's a person broken.
No one see's their cry,
No one sees that they aren't hoping.
Their heart wants to cry for help.
Yet their mouth won't let out sounds.
Tears run down their face,
No one is around.
Behind closed doors they cry for help.
Open and shut,
Open and shut,
Maybe they will make a deep
Cut...
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PoetryPoetry has always completely held me together. It's kind like how you breathe oxygen. It's something I have to do. Poetry is something like oxygen to me. Without it I wouldn't survive. ~ remember love is a crime and I'll do the time for loving what'...
