Behind the Locked Door
I lock my door to keep the world away,
The darkness my only friend to play.
The cuts on my skin are secrets I keep,
Hidden from those who would make me weep.
With pen in hand, I sew my lips tight,
The pain is a pleasure, a strange delight.
But when I look in the mirror, what do I see?
A stranger staring back at me.
A smile is forced, but it fades away,
Leaving me feeling lost in dismay.
Ink stains my cheeks as tears fall down,
A broken spirit that no one has found.
Deep inside me, the pain resides,
A wound that won't heal or subside.
I try to resist, but it's too strong,
The urge to cut and do myself wrong.
I reach for my chest and make the cut,
My heart torn out, I feel the rut.
But in the silence, I hear a voice,
A glimmer of hope, a reason to rejoice.
It whispers softly, "You're not alone,
There's light in the darkness, a seed that's sown.
Hold on tight, and you will find,
The strength to heal, the peace of mind."
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The Sound of Silence
Non-FictionHave you ever dared to listen to the whispers of silence? It may seem like a deafening void, but if you open your ears and heart, you will uncover a tale that is yet to be told. It could be the story of a universe unfolding, the murmur of your own...
