There are no shelves
No posters on barren walls
The floor littered with unpacked boxes
Even a year on I've yet to make this place my home
Maybe I'm not used to having a room to my own
It's been so long since I've been in a place that makes me feel safe that I can call home
So I trap myself in this baren room after every day and am still scared I'll have to leave it all in the end
Pack up and head back to where my monsters call home
I don't want to go back
I want to make my mark on my shitty little apartment
Leave something that says I lived here
Maybe then I can make it feel like home
-J.Doune
About the Creator
J.Doune
I write to rationalize my feelings and I'm a man who feels a lot. Sad, scarred, depressed, angry, I feel ugly because how hard they hit I feel beaten and bloody. It feels like going ten rounds with myself and my laptop every time I write.
Comments (1)
This reminds me of my experience moving into my college dorm