Behind closed doors there are silent screams
Violence turns nightmares into dreams
Twisting and turning reality into fairy tales
One with goblins, cries, ghouls and wails
Swinging arms won't help you fly
Turn and run - or don't and die
Keeping yourself unhappy is suicide
The kind that works slowly, keeping you alive
Love yourself or no one else will
What your living isn't love, it's out to kill
Yelling at the top of your closed mouth
Keeps the darkness in and promises doubt
Tears splash out of eyes like glass that hit the wall and crashed
That's your heart on the floor - smashed.
By: Shauna Zepeda
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