My Room

My room is a place for peace and solitude.

I go there when I have a bad attitude.

In this place, I get away from the world.

I jump on the bed and have my emotions unfurled.

My stuffed animals are my only friends

To help me get rid of the pain that never ends.

While I talk to them, I cry and I bawl

As I look out the window, and stare at the wall.

I sit on the ground with my pain and my hurt,

Looking around as I feel like dirt.

I think to myself, "It'll go away!"

But, the pain is here, and it's here to stay.

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