You may not remember; but I do. You may not see things that way; but I do. You may not believe. You may refuse to believe; but I do. I do because it has happened to me and it controls me more than you may think... why do you think my luck hides behind love and my love forever hibernates in a dark box that is always locked; 'Shut' to you and everything else?

Do you remember?

The door I swore I would never shut 

that was before it all went up in flames 

that was before they labelled  us by names 

that was before they falsely named me a slut

now that door I always shut 

Do you remember?

the window they broke and I later fixed 

when I swore once and for all I would leave it unlocked 

that was before they shot me and left me shocked 

when it's glass out they knocked 

Do you believe? 

I hate that we have not tied the knot 

there are days when I want to die and rot 

most of the time I want to get shot 

Now do you see why?

Why I deem myself out of luck

why my life really does suck

why in quicksand I am forever stuck 

why my window I will always latch

why my  door I will always shut 

my heart will remain shut

my eyes, to pain are shut

and will forever be shut