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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
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Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 8:30 AM UTC
Why am I here
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
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20/Cisgender Female
Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 8:30 AM UTC
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