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Subject: Re: Behind Closed Doors

Author:
deepa

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Date Posted: 23:23:20 04/12/03 Sat
In reply to: Ash 's message, "Behind Closed Doors" on 22:05:26 01/03/03 Fri

>Behind closed doors is how i feel
>
>4:00 in the morning,
>Claustrophobic in his bed.
>Pen and paper in his hand,
>Suicide in his head.
>The pen glides across the paper,
>Yet no words flow out.
>Hes persistently quiet in his corner,
>And tries desperately not to shout.
>His lips and chin quiver,
>A tear cascades from his eye,
>A mentality that it wouldnt be hard,
>Flew out forcing him not to cry.
>Hours of endless torture he screams,
>The years were wasted with you!
>You said itd be forever!
>Yet somehow our days are through.
>His hands start shaking,
>He finally scribbles out his goodbye.
>His tragic ending decision,
>He had been forced to die.
>10:00 in the evening,
>Unmoved in the same place�
>Heart still flooded with pain,
>Tears still pouring down his face.
>He feels he is trapped,
>In an awful series of dreams.
>A conspiracy against him,
>At least thats how it seems.
>He glides her hand over a razor,
>And knows he cannot win.
>The rust on the blade taunts him,
>As he rips it through his skin.
>Blood trickles out his wrist,
>But he feels nothing at all.
>He crosses his legs, and folds his arm
>And warped his body into a ball.
>Rocking back and forth,
>The pain starts to set in.
>No more dealing with heartbreak,
>A life without her begins.
>He attempts not to think,
>And gradually loses his mind.
>Hes suffered different circumstances,
>Of each and every kind.
>His throat begins to burn�
>He starts begging for one more breath
>He gave his soul up,
>And placed it in the hands of death.
>Puddles of blood around him
>A silent tortured room
>If only these walls could talk,
>Theyd proclaim his appalling doom.
>How he waited so very long
>And died for fear of nothing better.
>A world he tried to shun�
>But the love of his life wouldnt let him.
>How he was murdered by the emptiness,
>And knowing he was right�
>And how he danced with distress
>But died this very night.

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