Sitting in My Room

Sitting in My Room

~Group Poem by TP4

My room is made of bricks

It isn't much but a shelf, bed, and desk

It has a window but I can't see out of it

Sitting in my room

Just enjoying the view

I still can't stop thinking about you

I count the bricks

The time just ticks on by

My choices have led me to this

My mind is playing tricks

Looking at these dirty white bricks

Boogers here and there

Hair balls everywhere!

My room is an 8 by 8

It's very small

My room has a door but it's not like I can choose to leave

1...2...3...faces in the wall

Which one should I talk to

Because I like them all

Sitting in my room

Waiting to be called for bathroom

But all I can do is sweep with this broom

In my room I spend a lot of time worrying

I also spend time wondering

Trust me, every day I hate this place more and more

Don't look, you'll die

Just a side eye

She saw me, there go my points.

My room is sad

It's very dull

Compared to other rooms you'll notice it's incredibly small

The walls are closing in on me

Claw marks on the windows

Screams are everywhere

I feel like bouncing off these walls

My anxiety is going

Just thinking of all these flaws in my wall

Looking in through the glass

You see a girl who is hurt

And dealing with depression.

In my room I dream

About what life could possibly be

But outside is hard to picture.

Sitting in my room

I'm lost to the outside world

Or maybe I never existed in it at all

Locked in a room like I'm locked in my mind

Giving up slowly

Wishing away the time

Worrying about my panels

Trying to use my coping skills

1, 2, 3, 4, 5 things that are happy

The regrets for what I did

Can't go back

There's only one way

This I've grown to know

You'd think I'd go insane

But I'm so used to it

Yes my room may be tons of terrible things

But for now it has what I need

Till I see what freedom can bring

My window is too small and not even clear

I wish I could see the moon

I wish I could see home