What am I doing?
In this dark room.
The doors wide open
But I cannot move.
I walk to the door.
And see the light on the other side.
But this room feels normal
it just feels right
This room gives me bursts of happiness.
But follows it with overwhelming pain.
This room makes me smile
but then tears that make me go insane.
I stay for normality.
Leaving is change.
This change can hurt.
This room, I can't exchange.
This room makes me feel safe
Before it releases its venom.
But it's alright
I'll stick with em.
To stay in this room it drains.
It feels like I'm stuck in chains
that I've tied myself in.
And by staying here I'll never win
I feel like this room needs me.
Or do I need the room?
Maybe we need each other.
But I have my reasons, and it another.
To stay here, I feel like a fool.
They all tell me this is so cruel
To myself.
Why do I stay? When there are others.
Because this room feels right when so wrong.
This room, I've been here so long.
This room just plays sad songs.
But this room, it's where I belong.
It's damaged and I want to fix it.
I'm damaged but in this room I'll sit
and wait till this rooms repaired
as this room makes me feel like I'm cared
For.
For what?
For my sanity?
For normality?
Coz without this room, I'm hopeless.
Without this room, I'll start to depress.
Fall into a spiral but I'll never confess
for these feelings, I'll keep inside, and never address
For this room keeps me company.
This room understands me.
This room is my only remedy
and the truth is, I'm not ready
To leave.
I should see it through.
I should get out, it's true.
But I have to stay
Coz this room
It contains you.
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Life, Death & Everything in Between
PoetryA book full of poems I have written about anything and everything I can think of writing about. There is no set genre it can be about something as insignificant as a bridge to something as relatable as heartbreak. Hope you enjoy
