Anonymous writings

Mentally trapped

I no longer wish to fight

To fight with my mind, my soul, myself. 

I'm growing tired.

Tired of my mind consuming my body, it paralyzing me.

Keeping me in place, drowning me and in turn leaving me breathless. 

I just want peace,

I would rather my mind consume my body. 

I like to think It'll set me free to be at ease.

But every time I feel like I'm close to the door, 

I'm strung in a loop and like my hope, it's gone. 

Leaving the cycle to continue until I find my way back to that gate. 

My only true way out of this cage.

I'm tired of this mental prison, this shell of a space that is my being;

I want to break out.

Escape,

But I can never seem to find the key.