I sit in my room alone.

No one knows where I am.

My room is my escape.

It the only thing I can call my own.

Everything was given to me,

But still mine all the same.

Nobody loves me enough

To notice I’m not there.

Sitting lonely, absorbed in thought,

Wondering if I will ever have someone to call my own.

I start crying softly to myself.

Then I wake up to find myself in my bed,

In my room,

By my love,

Breathing softly,

Sleeping peacefully.

 
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