Closet

In her closet she hides
along with everything she feels inside
Will a day come when a simple cut isn't enough?
When she can no longer handle all this stuff?
This closet is where she ran to hide
from every bit of pain inside
now the shelter from all this pain,
the curtain from all her shame
will in the end see her demise
at the end of a road of pain inside
now she can't take this anymore, She'll never again step outside that door
But now I most stop writing this poem in my head
I have other things to focus on instead
I concentrate down at the knife
I can no longer take this life
I know what I must do now...
I just pray Nick and Mom know I love them somehow....