When did this room,
A place I found comfort,
Become a prison cell?
The place we used to laugh in
Leaves me joyless.
Where we used to lie together
I curl into a ball in,
Unable to muster the strength
To even sit up.
Dreams of a future came to me here
Now I stare at my phone
Waiting to hear just one word.
Emptiness is all I feel
As the hours and seconds tick by.
When did this go bad?
When did this room
Become my prison cell?
Julianna May 
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