Back into my house, keys in, opened the door
Fear hugged and was happy that I had returned
Insecurity cooked a meal and fed me
What's next? Would pain come in and read me a bed time story?
Walk up to my room, on the stairs I see all my regret
Things I wish I could change, things that I influenced
And the blood from my fist when I was angry with me
Now you understand why I have the urge to always scream
Walk up to my room, 501 that what's written on it
The only room no one is allowed in, but me
The room where I sleep while crying
With my bed soaked in tears of which I am drowning
Look at the mirror, it's all broken in pieces
Every piece, every fear in my mind
I scream for help and when someone comes I push away
I swear, I don't know the rules of the mind games
I got pictures of the past, present and future
Drawn up, all to my best description
With a seat, lamp and quill-pen decorating it still
Why is the table the only place that's cobwebs free?
Somehow I get comfortable and feel like I don't wanna leave
At the same time I want to burn this house to the ground
If I did, I feel this room would still stand tall
Because this is room which started it all
I try to solve the problem on the table
But I neglect them, till it becomes the regret-in-statements
I don't blame anyone but myself at the end
I don't need belief, I need to have a conversation with these walls
Eyes feeling heaving, falling into a dream
Here comes the salt rain, no cloud here it seems
Come in insecurity, read me a bed time story
This room, 501, I hate the fact that I fell in love with you company.
About the Creator
Harydo Neon
I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.
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