Poetry and Quotes

Cabin

I lay in this soft bed
In this solid room
I stare at the ceiling of this
Wooden cabin in the middle of
No where
Everyone outside the door to
This almost empty room
Is mostly partying
Having a good time
I would think
While I sit on this navy blue bed
Wondering about why I am here
Why was I invited
I have lost my partying days
I'd rather not be here
I'm wondering why
Why am I here
What is the point of existing
If we have nothing to exist for
What is the point of me
I have lost my own key