My Room

I prepared my cup of coffee..

I choose coffee beans.. 

The thrill of pleasure..

I close the phone! 

Run away to the great exile "my room!"

I play my favourite song.. 

And grabbed my pen like a drowning man clinging to the last lifeline!! 

I sing.. 

Ink is disseminate in tears! 

I Stopped the song to find my papers were full of bloody tales.. 

I suddenly played another song.. 

I began mumbling.. 

When I'll be back to be me!.. 

When I'll eat my food for pleasure instead of forcing myself!! 

When I greet my guests for fun and not obligatory!!

And when I go to sleep tiredly and not just an excuses to escape from life!! 

Author's Note

Sorry if there is any grammar mistakes.. Please feel free to review! Thanks. :)

Reviews

[GreyHoodie]

I loved my room when I was younger. It was a good refuge from everything. I really like this piece. :)