Behind Locked Doors

We yell and we fight,
It ends with me locked in my room.
The dark is my safety now,
The music is the only thing that relates to me.
I dont think,
I dont want to think,
I dont feel it cut my skin.
Im already numb.
You are to blind to notice your the reason for the cuts on my hand.
The only time it hurts is when you dont notice the pain im really in.

Behind Locked Doors

CarisseLee

Joined November 2009

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about being left along out of the piture

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