In My Room

Everything seems so very chaotic,
no natural order except for the disorder.
A safe full of carefully bottled memories.
So many even that the room seems alive.
Any time of day and night you could find
me there, well protected in my corner of the world.
For over more than fifteen years I've lived
my life at home in my room.
It's been more than just a refuge.
Gradually molded in to the space it is today.
I remember my first kiss, bitter tears
and the sweetest love.
Countless hours spent in my room,
and they never felt in vain.
I can't help but feel so much pain,
knowing I'll be going soon.
Only to start over and try to feel at
home, as I did in my room.