The room at the corner, my room


    thats, far away from the main character


    of the book, the character that is loved by


    All that, is sick often and has ‘Parents’ at their full


    attention.


    And yet i am at the darkest corner of the corridor


    A place where, even the servants don''t visit often enough to know that i exist, or that i am part


    Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.Of the family, I even in my own story i don''t exist.


    The room in the corner that is my own world,


    An escape from all that, that is what killed me.


    The death of  me wasn’t even noticed by Them.


    How i know, i know because i died in front of them,


    And yet they turned to my sister, My Sister who


    Just coughed.


    Parents stopped having dinner and all attention when away.


    Yet I sit on the chair, bleeding and noone knows who i am, and i get ingnored. Yet i dont feel any pain.


    Why, why is that?