“I want to stay in my room.”

Through the window, 

I don’t see the world I used to see.

Through the window, 

I don’t feel the satisfaction of the sunshine on my face anymore.

Through the window, 

Too much has happened and I turn away.

Through the window, 

The memory still lingers in my mind of what used to be. 

As I turn away, 

Don’t turn away, it calls after me. 

As I turn away, 

I blink back the burning sensation in my eyes.

As I turn away, 

My room turns dark around me. 

As I turn away,

New memories, pain, fall through me. 

I lay down, lock my door

It’s too much for any person. 

I lay down, lock my door

Ask myself who would understand?

I lay down, lock my door 

Hoping to fall through the layers of the mattress. 

I lay down, lock my door

Wrap myself in blankets.

I lay down, lock my door

And dream of those memories of what I used to be.