No one knows what goes on behind closed doors !!!
Behind Closed Doors.
A cut, one single cut,
Not deep, but ample.
Enough to form a crimson course,
From wrist to oak wood table.
Pain releasing pain within,
Surges through her body,
Tension rises from the depths,
To validate her hobby.
Each arm a map of wounded flesh,
A destructive work of art,
Camouflage to hide a scar,
That’s etched across her heart.
An addictive fix to cloak and veil,
The covert in her soul,
In her mind, no sense is made,
Just pain, to plug the hole.
Yet this child so young and wise,
Lights up the darkest space,
No sign has she of blackened thoughts,
Upon her faultless face.
One hundred friends of every form,
Bask within her awe,
Yet none of them would have a clue,
Of her life behind closed doors.
Behind closed doors is a very apt description of depression and self harm. You write about it well....Maggie
(Sorry I had to add this but it curtailed my writing, maybe done by the person from the closed door) You had written a provoking verses and stimulated my mind , brilliant write Steve.
There are persons of whom we called with detached personality and they are those persons difficult to deal with, as you don't know what they have back of their minds - and their thinking are in the closet. Such with difficulty of being from in our in Medical Field, they need to be evaluated medicaly and psychologicaly what is the root cause and reason for their behavior.
I knew a young girl like this, and you are right they hide it well, your last stanza is brilliantly penned.
A very dark write.... well versed.
Yes this is a very depressed person. excellent title, and well penned.