I hear you, knocking on my door
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But I don't want you to see the ****** mess on the floor
I hear you knocking, again, on my door
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But I don't want to expose my black stained face anymore
I hear you pounding on my door
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But I don't want to release this ink dipped demon's core
I hear you screaming through the door
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But I don't want you to help heal these cuts, stabs, and sores
I now hear you pleading and crying on the other side of the door
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But I don't want you to feel the trembling insecurity of this gore
I can feel your body trying to break down my door
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But I still refuse to open it... For my emotions have become a storm
The wood is giving in, you are destroying my door
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But I don't want you to feel the frostbiting coverage I've worn
The light has broken in, and there I am staring at you... there's no more door
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My scars, wounds, monsters, demons, past, sins rages out like a roar
"I didn't want you to see me..." I cried "I locked it to protect you... That's why there was a door..."
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Shaking your head you kneel down and hug me, ignoring the dead corps
"Then how am I to protect, help, and guide if we are separate by a door?"
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"I am here, and I will do what I can to make you darker no more..."
...I didn't want you to see me...
but I needed to see you...
I have no comment for this poem but... Glory be to Him for Whatever Happens.
Also I hate dreams...
True Love comes from Christ and Christ alone... when someone has that... they will love you no matter your past, present, or future is...