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The Room

For as long as I could remember, I've been in this place:
It's dark and empty but I wouldn't call it 'safe'.
There are no windows, nor furniture, just a regular ol' door
And sometimes I'll hear screaming until throats become sore.

I could see who was there screaming at my door:
My father, my mother, friends, family and more.
They scream mean, hateful things which never make sense.
I don't blame them, really, they are very dense.

The door is unlocked so I can leave whenever I please
But to leave is quite dangerous and makes me ill at ease.
If I leave I'll be faced with screaming and violence;
I might get beaten, killed, carried in an ambulance.

So I stay in here, alone, scared out of my mind.
Hated, depressed, anxious, no love from humankind.
Should I stay? Should I go? There is no other option.
Staying is being cautious, going requires caution.

Some days I think that I'll burst right through the door,
Just relieved to no longer care anymore,
But to leave is quite dangerous; my family might not love me,
But to leave is quite liberating; I can finally be free.

I came to the decision to reveal my true intentions
And hopefully it will not cause any serious tension.
My hand on the doorknob, turning it slowly
I open the door, exposing myself wholly.

Was it a mistake? I should've just shut up.
The words have been said: they can't be covered up.
The door locked behind me, I couldn't go back.
Everyone hated me, hit me, just an endless attack.

I lay on the floor, beaten, bruised and crying
Physically, it felt like I was dying.
Mentally, I was broken, shattered beyond repair.
I hoped this was only a bad dream; a nightmare.

This was reality, a sad and painful truth,
Beaten and judged by the adults and the youth.
A never ending judgement just because of who I am.
The door unlocked, I crawled back in, the door closed with a slam.

Often the door would open again and again;
Everyone I knew entered and left me in pain.
Another kick, punch, and beating; just so many blows.
My vision became blurry, they became shadows.

When I came to, there was a note attached to a rope,
"From: Everyone. You'll do the right thing, we hope."
I tied it using the instructions left on the note,
Tying one end to a bar, the loop around my throat.

Everyine that beat me watching excitedly,
I jumped off the box soon hanging lifelessly.
Left in my room; my cage; my coffin.
Everyone moved on, I was forgotten.

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AN: Can I just say I am in no way encouraging suicide, just in case anyone was thinking that. This poem was just to show people what kind of effect others can have on someone going through this type of thing, and if anyone is going through this currently, I promise it'll eventually get better. Just keep on going :)