Dark Room - Poem by Reba Haapala
My life is like a dark room. I do not complain
Or cry. The reason why
Is why cry over something you can’t
Change. I never share my feelings
The pain I have theres no tell what it will do
To me. Theres one thing pain is my best friend
No matter where I go, it comes with me.
It shadows me. Like it, never leave my side.
It like theres a key, but no door to put the key
People say they undertand what I am going through.
However, they do not the endless day I have to live,
To live in the dark room. Where I juge myself and every
Ones I will massup, and I always do. The room is scarey
However, I have to live in an empty dark room, just like my heart
Will the hate I have disappear so I can see the door where all the
Happness is. So that what I try too fight every day.
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