We all have skeletons, rattling bones,
Hidden in closets, behind locked tones.
Don’t sit and act like you’re pure, divine,
Your shadows whisper, just like mine.
A love once lost, a lie once told,
A friendship broken, a heart gone cold.
The debt unpaid, the midnight tears,
The silent battles, the buried fears.
Regrets of words we never spoke,
Promises shattered, trust we broke.
The secret crush, the stolen glance,
The guilty thought, the missed chance.
We hide addictions, shame, desire,
The envy burning, the quiet fire.
We mask mistakes with holy airs,
But closets creak — they all hold theirs.
So don’t pretend you’re stainless, whole,
We all have cracks inside the soul.
Skeletons dance, they never rest,
And truth beats loud within the chest.
Forgive me as I compose this remorseful apology
An admission of my egotistical individuality
Realization of how I've accustomed to being a Ticking time bomb impulsively leaking noxious fumes
Unintentionally forcing you to inhale and endure my venomous pollution;
But Innocence I had plead with evidence justifying unforseen indescribable affinity
Unintentionally passionately
To what i defined a Fragile creation of a human being
I dance in and out of your peripheral vision
I'm not really sure you see me at all you see the empty spaces I take up
I want to be more than what I merely represent to you
to everyone I wish to be the fragile doll porcelain eyes a non existent heart
A broken girl
A china chipped soul
A center as black as coal
I need more than I could possibly get
the empty void a silent voice and the glittering blackness all around
Trembling hands, coffee and cigarettes to drown the pain to ignite my feeble mind getting colder still bones are aching tired eyes sunken hollow lies I'm fine I'm fine
Escape to fantasy life running away from the harsh reality of real life
Playing Alice in wonderland games falling down the rabbit hole easy to go down never to return to the infinite sun
Heart beating slow I can't stay too afraid to go a cowards call to the silver tinted knife
The girl I merely represented has died
Everyone has one,
yes my friend its true,
those deep dark secrets,
that make yourself YOU.
Skeletons in the closet,
call it what you will,
sooner or later that closet opens,
and those deep dark secrets reveal.
And when everythings out in the open,
how your life changes so,
all because my friend, those secrets,
are usually the lowest of low.
Child molesters and rapists,
are just an example of a few,
and who it is, is a mystery,
it could be me, or it could be you.
Now that I got your attention,
and you can't deny it for I know it's true,
all the sudden you recollect those secrets,
as you think of what that closet has kept hidden for you!
I don't know what to do anymore.
I've forgotten what this bed is for.
It's going to take a leap of faith.
I jump in bed and here I wait.
I used to just stay up all night
and be surprised by the morning light.
Then one night turned into days.
It's hard to look back through all the haze.
Back then I didn't sleep at all.
I would keep on pushing till I hit the wall.
Putting my body through a stupid test.
A week goes by without any rest.
Insanity comes from lack of sleep.
Nobody else knows the secrets I keep.
There mine to have but not to hold.
I hope they go away before they get told.
Skeletons in the closet they grow like weeds.
How can anyone understand all my dirty deeds.
There not done cheap,in fact,they were expensive.
How can you trust anyone with them, I'm so apprehensive.
I had to tell someone my life was a mess.
So I talked to God and He helped confess.
He washed me clean and He showed me the way.
I told Him I'm a sinner but I'll try not to stray.
I asked Him why He cared,Why He even bothered?
He said because I love you son I am the Father.
Unconditional love was given that day.
He said if I sin again forgiveness was a knee away.
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