Behind The Door Poem by Maya Robena

the second i turn,
and close the door,
my eyes begin to burn,
and the tears begin to pour,
i dropp my bag,
my shoulders sag,
i dropp my smile,
i pretended to wear,
for just awhile,
and let down my hair,
collapse in a pile,
upon the floor,
emotions running wild,
heart so sore,
i can not think,
as i quickly sink,
into raw awful feeling,
now bent over kneeling,
i open my lips,
in a scream i can not loose,
yet my soul through- it rips,
i feel around my neck- a noose,
it tightens fast,
this breath my last,
i shall will my neck to break,
i shall will myself to never wake,
i shall will myself to stop this ache.