Words that I can't tell,
I wish I could yell.
Emotions I can't express,
Mentally I am a mess.
Regrets that I have been carrying,
The sadness that I've been bearing.
My bright & dark side,
The things that I hide.
These are some of the skeletons in my closet,
Arranged it by set.
Every chapter is a story,
A story that I can't write fully.
Skeletons that were supposed to be 6 feet under,
I no longer wonder.
Skeltons are the noise in my head,
Closet is a place for the noise ahead.
If you're reading all of it,
Welcome to my closet.
I hope you will accept my necklaces out of my skeletons,
I made a creation for you to bring, skeletons are in turmoil but I decided to create a beauty out of it.
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Skeletons In Her Closet
RandomWelcome to her closet! Here lies all her skeletons. Sketelons that were supposed to be 6 ft. under. #1 in Englishpoems 06/21/2021 #1 in Escapist 11/21/2021 ✿
