Poem -
Behind Closed Doors
My hands shake
Shiver with fear.
A cut to deep
Blackness is all that'll appear.
I tear, then IĀ bleed
How did this pain consume me?
Tears to blood
Cuts to scars.
My hands are numb
Body gone.
I'm still me
But far from who IĀ used to be
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