This cold dark room doesn't Seem to be getting brighter. The phone doesn't ring and The world outside is getting quieter. The walls are caving in and The ceiling's moving down. The wind is blowing outside, With the whisper of a sound. I hear my family hollar for me, But it hurts to hear waht they say. Maybe this room will be Brighter another day!
Reason for writing:
Even on bad days, I have hope for the next day being better.
Birth sign: Leo
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