He sits and weeps behind the closed door Slowly dripping red the blood hits the floor. The deeper the cut the more relief there is to be found. Always careful to keep the cuts out of sight In the bathroom or the bedroom in the dark of night. Behind closed doors. The secret kept, the truth unknown Always hidden and worsening, a darkness grown. Behind closed doors.Hassled and bullied all of the time. Slipping under the radar, left to suffer this insidious crime. No one understands, or can be told or trusted This dirty secret is kept, must tell no one, don’t want to be busted. Keep it quiet, Keep it behind closed doors. Finally no more pain can be taken, it all gets too much Cut, and cut again, end the agony, end the pain. Laying there all night found cold to the touch. Behind closed doors.
Welcome to my “Heartland Echoes,” where I aim to share my poems with the world, along with my survival story and autobiography of childhood abuse, motivational quotes, and much more. Through my words, I hope to inspire others to share their own stories and experiences. Each poem is a piece of my heart and soul, along with a story of a traumatic past, crafted with inspiration, Hope, faith, love and passion. I believe that by sharing our art and emotions, I’ll be able to connect with others on a deeper level and create a sense of community.