Lonesome Room

Kiandra Reddie / 2024-4-12

The sun barely seeps through my dark room, there’s nothing but me melting in my bed, not wanting to get and live. The sunlight bleeds through my blackout curtains and wakes up my eyes. Another day, another 24 hours to dread life. I just want to stay in my lonesome room and forget that the world exists and be happy doing nothing but rotting away. 

Others rather go out and venture out in the world, find their purpose, their joy, or possibly love. But here I am, with meaningless dreams that are slowly fading away and dreading every moment I think about taking care of myself. 

Music is cool, the soft melodies that play in my ears drowns out the harsh thoughts that pop in my mind and revive my broken dreams. I wish I could just lay in an empty field with nothing but music bleeding in my ears. Sure, it’s cliché, but it’s true.

Music never dies, unlike my earbuds melting and breaking apart. How do earbuds even melt? I'm so confused. Maybe it’s because I listen to music at full volume until I get a headache…which takes at least an hour or more. 

It’s the afternoon and I still haven’t got out of my bed to live, I refuse to, but I’m hungry. The TV isn’t being helpful either by showing food on the screen. Why are people so eager to live? How is it so easy to have a conversation with someone without trying and staring at them? It’s so confusing. I’m confusing. 

Nighttime is always better than daytime, everything is quiet and peaceful like my lonesome room, nothing is there to bother you unless there’s two unskippable stupid ads on the TV about love and jewellery for your partner.  

I can never be free from these ads. 

The 24 hours are almost up, and I’m going to spend the rest of it by sleeping, the only good thing in life, along with music. 

I like my lonesome room, it’s my happy place. It's probably as depressing as others see it to be, but hey, it’s my lonesome room.