in your room

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inspired by Halestorms song In Your Room

in your room

let down your walls
open up your doors
don't shut me out
let me in your room

show me the blade
you used to slice your wrists
show me the knife
your friend committed suicide with

show me those pictures of your dad
show me where you write your lyrics
show me where you escape reality
show me the holes in the wall

let me in your room
I'll let you in mine

I'll show you my closet
where I would escape the world
I'll show all the hurtful words
I wrote about myself


I'll show you the blades
I cut myself with
dried blood still lingering on it
and the tissues
I cleaned my wounds with

I'll show you all my scars
the ones on my wrist and hips
even the marks
where I dug my nails

I'll show you my journal
and my sketchbook

I'll let you in my room
if you let me in yours

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sk8erpoet commented on in your room

01-24-2013

simply amazing. I relate to the feeling well.. keep it up -sk8

UnclaimedPages commented on in your room

09-27-2012

My old best friend and I were very close - this poem describes us well. I though he was letting me into his room...until he got back into dope and screwed some other girl... it took me years until I realized how precious life is. The depressing time still lingers, but I can make it through each day-one at a time. Very well written :) -Nikkie Rae

jj1562 commented on in your room

09-26-2012

Nice metephor and I was locked in that room for a while too please I have an anti suicide blog on tumblr if you ever feel down do not be afraid to look around. (many pictures and quotes and some responces to selfhateful posts) jj1562.tumblr.com or any of my poetry if you really want to get in my room

When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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