The walls are caving in. I have never felt more alone than now. These thoughts that surround me are loud, louder than they have ever been before.
I can't seem to escape. I've been stuck here for what feels like an eternity. I can see, but not clearly. Words can be uttered, but they are not my own. If I could speak freely, they would hear my cries for help. My mind has trapped me here. I am imprisoned.
My wings are broken and the cage is locked. Each thought is stuck on replay. They crash into me like a wave does the shore. It's suffocating, maddening, and I can't seem to tell the difference between reality and my own dark fantasy anymore.
I have been imprisoned. Taken as a prisoner of war. War between the truth and the lies I tell myself. Oh please, I beg of you. If you can hear me, save me! Depression is creeping in and I'm screaming for help, yet no one listens. I'm giving my final plea before I'm forever consumed.
(First thing I've ever written)
YOU ARE READING
My Heart Lays Bare
PoesíaWho else am I to tell when no one wants to listen, but to tell the paper my woes and joys with the pen in hand as a messenger.
