Closet Case

I put my quill to parchment And like a gaping wound My heart spills my pain upon it Like crimson tears the words Drip onto the pale yellow page Soaking it with emotions so profound My hand struggles to write A release of my soul Now permanently stained In bold italics across the tattered sheet A bitter sweet ode to my demons Another metaphysical analogy of life No longer wanted Another useless attempt at salvation A long overdue goodbye That no one will ever read Until they finally find me Hanging in the closet Amongst the other skeletons I have unwittingly collected And can no longer tolerate Nor live with Or most important of all Hide from myself