Be[h]ind.thi[s].dooR

Behind this door,
is where i cry,
where i escape,
im able to hide,

behind this door,
i once had no scars,
then things messedup,
everything seemed so hard,

behind this door,
is where i watched,
the blood flow down,
my mascara stream down,

behind this door,
is where i hide,
to get away from it all,
forget the lies,

behind this door,
my problems disapear,
they simply just vanish,
only my bloood seems to appear,
it drips, and tingles, i wipe it off,
if falls and stains the floor im on,
i hold my self,
still watching my self cry,
wondering how deep enuf i really have to go,
to say my last goodbye.*