Lurking behind closed doors

by Hollywood   Sep 30, 2008


Late at night
A monster sat lurking behind closed doors
Consuming my inner being
Beating me with belts
Making me bleed everywhere
On the walls was where it smears
Painting a picture of a broken home
A mother finishing her high
Behind closed doors
Playing little games
Breaking bones
Smoking
Poking
Melting
Smelting
So much drama
Day in and day out
No love was shining through
Just a monster lurking behind closed doors

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  • 16 years ago

    by stillmomsgirl

    This is sad and also very well written, 5/5

  • 16 years ago

    by namless unactive account

    Dang, thats sad, good poem