Here is where I died,
where my soul is trapped inside,
With the door locked,
here is where I hide.
The walls are different,
the decor changed.
But it still feels the same,
this room still holds my pain.
I used to cry on this floor,
he used to pound on this door.
Here is where my heart was burnt to the core,
where I felt I had nothing to live for.
Here is where I died,
where I shut my emotions inside.
I closed the door,
and just didn’t care anymore.
~BL
