Behind the door.

by daRk angeL99   May 1, 2005


I sit down.
the tears fall.
it's my daily routine
i don't know why i'm crying, but there is still so much PAiN inside. my face is red.
my eyes are stinging.
there is a knock on the door.
they ask if everything is okay...
i say everything is just fine

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