Because in this Room I can Play

I play with paper planes and plastic hearts,
Because someone stole my vital parts.

In this toy chest it holds my life,
Some rubber bands and a knife.

In this room I seem to stay,
Because in this room I can play.

With the model trains and broken cars,
Its the only way to forget the scars,

Someone hurt me and I dont know what to do,
But when I try to notify he always says "Ill kill you".

I keep quiet and to myself,
'Cause I never want to meet that belt.

So in this room I will stay,
Because in this room I can play.