How life strangles me. TRIGGERS.
This is pretty much all of my week. Except I have had moments of being 'happy' and distracted. But I have been choking on loneliness for the entire week.
You maybe be like... "What room?" So I'll clear that confusion up for you. In a poem awhile back I mention I'd lock myself away and refuse food to fade away 'like bubbles in a bath'. But then concluding at the end of the poem I'd find a room with a bed. I stll need to find a room. A room I can lock myself in. A room I dream about before I go to sleep.