In My Room.

In my room,

distant memories and regrets.

I’m behind these walls,

I think i’m safe,

maybe not as I think.

In the dark every now and then

seems to hear some monster.

Sometimes I listen to them,

that they are under the bed,

  or lie down next to me.

they tell me the dreams gone by

Of a destroyed past.

In my room, I’m out of reach,

I can also avoid socializing,

I don’t always feel like it.

I tell myself with whispers,

the secrets that I can only know in these moments.

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