Why am I here
This room holds no potential
soaked in memories of what i thought was the beginning.
they drip from the desk in the corner
they ooze from every seam
Written in the books on the shelves
And Worn into the Leather of the chair
they beg me to remember
they plead to take me back

Why am I here
This room can’t help me now
It can only repeat what it knows
until I scream for it to stop
but the pictures in my head don’t listen
and they run a constant loop
reminding me of what i was and what I’ve always been

Why am I here
This room is poison
The air too thick to breath, like smoke
gets stuck in my throat, never making it to my lungs
It chokes me and sends blood rushing to my head
but i can’t get enough

Why am i here
because the voices in my head are real
and so close i can touch them
they beg for me but recoil from my touch
wanting me to wait but telling me to go

Why am I here
Because i’ve never left this room
I bang at the door but it won’t let me out
and she’s laughing as i sink to the floor
and your voice fills my head
and it locks me in this room that has no future but refuses to forget its past