widowless

Its a perfect square this room I'm in.
Its cold dark and bland.
But when the sun shines in,
 it is as soft as cotton candy.
Its small emotionless and clammy,
I curl into a ball and cry.
But when that sun shines in
I believe I just might get by
the only noise i hear is my own deep sigh,
 my head hurts my stomach aches
until that sunshine walks in,
and my heart is what the sunshine takes
Now heres the tricky part of this room
there is no window or skylight
so how does the light get in you ask
ill tell you I'm not up for the task
of knowing when or why the sunlight teases me
it uses its magical key you see
its just to bad it wont stay long
the sunlight keeps moving along
while I remain here in this room
just waiting for the light to return.

Idk why i wrote this poem, im not a poet so i know its no good.  Here ill do my regular post in describing this room im talking about, without trying to be artsy

This room is perfectly square, it is cold dark and bland.  Its clamy and emotionless.  the walls are completely white.  Theres one table, completely clear.  the room is tidy and cleaned up. The only charater in the room is a white board with writings from other students study sessions.  you're here for one purpose.  To feel the sunshine on your skin, your head, and your heart.  It feels so good on a miserable body.  the thing is there are no windows, and now way for sunlight to get in, yet this is where its strongest so you come here instead of outside.  It doesn't come very often, so when you hear word that it might come by you go running to see if you can grab a glimpse of the beauty and power of this gorgeous light.  you come even though you know the sunlight will fade and you will be left in a more terrible state than when you arrived.  you come in hopes that it will never go away, in hopes that it will stay there forever.  You know it wont, theres no way it can.  as soon as its gone, you feel so sad, and you may wish you never went.  but the second it comes around again, you come running just as before.  This light is very special to you, its too bad the light cant love you back.  If it had emotions,you know you could convince it to love you only for you love it the most.  But light is emotionless, so your dreams will never come true.  so you sit and wait in the miserable state, and try to continue in this room, this pitch black room youve come to hate, but you dont have a key to escape, the only key belongs to the sun, and it cant make a copy.