I left my headphones on the floor
Just beneth my bedroom door,
I saw posters on my walls,
My artwork littering the halls,
My guitar is left unplayed,
My duvet still messy, unmade,
My ribbons lying on the carpet,
That never even left the room yet,
My homework that never made it,
Old tickets to concerts, old and faded,
Dollies I made on my sewing machine,
Orange and Purple, fat and lean,
The desk that belonged to my great-aunt,
Poems repeated in a chant,
My dresser with clothes hanging out,
The mirror where I practised my pout,
I line of plugs I always used,
Electricity I much abused,
Earplugs, alarm clocks, and a spoon,
Pens that all ran out too soon,
My iPod touch and my CDs
in a table, made by me,
thousands of songs I wrote onto paper
I was going to put them online later,
The makeup remover and the purse,
the ancient hyroglyphic curse,
on a shirt, with all my clothes,
A ball that I'd toss to and fro,
A couple of unburnt DVDs,
Drawings of friends, people, me's,
A pair of gloves, brand new, worn twice,
A cough sweet, mint and grain of rice,
My dressing gown still hanging up,
Never quite fluffly enough,
Some comics that other people drew,
The photos of me, and family, and you,
The lamp next to the bottled water,
The post-it-note to my loving daughter
off of a present from years ago
I stuck it on the wall for show,
All the bags I meant to use,
The characters in books I would confuse,
The vampyres, werewolves all the same,
Sharing the same exotic name,
My purple sheets curtains pillows rugs walls bin,
The door still jammed, locking me in,
My school bag already full of books,
Overflowing, I got strange looks,
My wardrobe doors swinging open,
All the money, and one book token,
Random leaflets and jewellery,
Lots of happy memories,
Lying here forever, more,
I wish I hadn't locked the door,
I got trapped inside my room,
The fire burnt, this is my tomb,
All my things went up with me,
The charred remains still there to see,
Remember, I'll never be seen,
But be careful with the gasoline,
And lighters and the drinking games,
My killers escaped, and so remain,
It was my birthday yesterday,
Why did they throw my life away?
