Behind Closed Doors
Behind Closed Doors
By: Emily E. Smith
Behind closed doors, I cry alone.
No one is there to dry my aching tears,
Or to mend my breaking heart.
Behind the bleeding walls, I seek the truth.
A truth that has been buried under my cloaked mind.
I rack my mind with every corner, the truth I seek is gone.
Behind the dusty closet door inside my mind,
I look for secrets long since kept.
These secrets contain every tear I've shed,
And every broken heart I've bled.
Behind closed doors, I await my death.
I await my destiney.
I await a grave so shallow, that my black, broken heart's beat still rings inside my shadowed mind.
Behind closed doors, I cry myself to death.
My heart beats a broken tune.
No pulse is felt through my cold blooded veins.
I am now dead, from behind closed doors.
6-9-08
By: Emily E. Smith
Behind closed doors, I cry alone.
No one is there to dry my aching tears,
Or to mend my breaking heart.
Behind the bleeding walls, I seek the truth.
A truth that has been buried under my cloaked mind.
I rack my mind with every corner, the truth I seek is gone.
Behind the dusty closet door inside my mind,
I look for secrets long since kept.
These secrets contain every tear I've shed,
And every broken heart I've bled.
Behind closed doors, I await my death.
I await my destiney.
I await a grave so shallow, that my black, broken heart's beat still rings inside my shadowed mind.
Behind closed doors, I cry myself to death.
My heart beats a broken tune.
No pulse is felt through my cold blooded veins.
I am now dead, from behind closed doors.
6-9-08