Author: essenceofthedark

Warning: more depressive shit

Author’s note: written in a moment of melancholy as many of my other creations,

This poem totally belongs to me and no one else, got it?

The door, it’s there
Staring at me, laughing at me
Hurting me, daring me
Behind it I can hear laughter
Someone that’s having fun
Smiling, happy people
The door smirks, knowing fully well
That I’ll never be one of them
The door has one challenge to me, the one I won’t take
The one I fear, the one I want
It dares me to open it, take one step outside
I stare at it; it glares back with an empty face
Behind it are happiness, but also sorrow and pain
Should I open the door?
So cold, like a wall of ice it stands there
Stopping me from seeing through it
Stopping me from touching the cold
The laughter subsides, disappears to another galaxy
The door’s face disappears leaving nothing but empty space
I touch it, it’s no longer cold
I lay my ear to it, it’s silent
Slowly I open the door, taking one step outside
No one’s there, as I knew it would be
Slowly I make my way to the bright exit sign