Tiny Room (336)

Poetry is my guardian
It helps me with its guidance
It is my guiding star
It hides me from the past
That I dearly loathe.

Cutting is no good
It releases anger
But how can I release the pain
When I give pain to myself?
Pain that never leaves.

Screaming is another thing
I scream and yell
At the top of my voice
Until my lungs ache
And my knees shake.

Crying relieves me of sadness
It washes it away
But sometimes I stay sad
Trying to seem mad
But it never works.

So I lock myself away
In a tiny room inside my head
I cannot escape it
And no one can come in
By the time the window's smashed
I'm as good as dead.

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