There's a room I'm in.
An awful room.
A room were memories hunt me, a room where negativity roams, a room where my emotions are chaotic, a room where I'm am at unease.
I'm in a room where I think about death a lot. A room that makes me question my own existence.
Please someone help me get out of this room that seems to have no doors nor windows.
It's been months since I've been put in here.
This room makes me wish and want death.
Oh Lord please take me out of this room of pain. Ever day I wish I didn't wake up. I wish I was in another please. A place six feet underground.
I long for the day where I am dead. A day where I no longer have to worry for tomorrow because there will be no tomorrow.
Until the day of my death
I'll be here wanting that moment to be here now instead of later.
This room is to blame why I feel like this.
And each day the walls get tighter.
So Lord please take me out before this kills me.
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PoetryHere I write poems but I may make a new book as a continuation to this one but I don't know
