there is a room that exists in my mind
its got so full up, locked up, its full of time.
times I've been angry and times hard to swallow, each fucking tear I have cried, every sorrow.
I keep it locked tight.
God forbid if you entered.
you can't see the floor, every door smashed and dented.
Its filled with emotion, despair and distress.
I cant fucking clean up this god awful mess.
to me it seems small and its so hard to reach. I've pushed it back further it gets no release.
Its pilled high with boxes of photos and smiles. there all burnt and torn up and soaking in lies.
cos each perfect picture was painted with dread and I keep every image stored tight in my head.
no family album. no image to show.
cos there all torn in places that no one would know.
my memory's fading.. locked up in this box
that i keep hidden well, no eviction just costs.
it hurts when I enter. its to hard to leave
so fuck renting out i just swallowed the keys.
©katiecoady
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