Behind Locked Doors

she cries
from behind a locked door
where she lays
on the bathroom floor
in her outstreched hand
a pill bottle lies
she promises herself today
is the day she dies
she hugs her knees to her chest
as the high begins
but it cannot ease
all the pain shes in
she grabs the gun
her face soaked with teas
time to end the pain
and forget her fears
puts the gun to her chest
pulls the trigger fast
more tears trickle down
those tears were her last
she falls to the floor
bleding and dead
blood seeps under the door
and you know shes dead 

Behind Locked Doors by Kaitlin Tormey is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.