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In My Room

I go to the fridge, and get a bottle again,
I sit at the keyboard, no need for a pen,
I type my thoughts, directly in here,
Starting this off, I don’t know where.

Holding back, my stomach turns,
Holding back, my mind it yearns,
Holding back, these tears inside,
Holding back, to protect my pride.

My pride is nearly completely gone,
My soul has been stomped and spat upon,
My heart is torn, ripped right out,
My mind is left, in eternal doubt.

I will not die, LET ME LEAVE,
I wish for me to no longer breath,
I will not die, please let me die,
I lament, while I sit in my room and cry.