How I became a poet

They shut me in a room

With no lights.

But thank fate,

There was a window.

They shut me in a room;

And I sat on the bed,

Trying to make out the feet outside,

Through the gap beneath the door.

But they left

And I stopped looking.

I prayed,

I banged on the door,

I wept into the pillows.

But no one came.

I broke chairs,

Tore apart books,

Hit my head on the wall.

It bled;

And I hit my head some more.

But no one came.

There was so much pain

They gave me;

There was so much pain

I gave myself.

But I wanted to live,

Even if nothing would change.

But I wanted to live,

So I threw my heart onto pieces of paper

And threw the paper into the bin.

It filled the bin,

It filled the floor,

It filled the room and suffocate me to death.

Nothing would change

But I wanted to live;

So I became a poet.