My Life's Pleasures

Trapped Inside

I hate this life I made. 

It's drowning me under pure misery. 

Chaining me into this darkened prison. 

Stripping away all of my vision. 

Ghostly memories of the past haunting me. 

What will make them go away?

I can't stop them from hurting me. 

I'm so tired of it, living under the pressure of it. 

In this padded white room, another stint I sit. 

I'm already hugging myself as I tight as I can.

Hoping I don't fall apart completely. 

When I breathe, my breath is weakening.

This darkness inside my mind is darkening.

Infinitely. 

Is there no end to this madness? 

I'm slowly going insane and everythings becoming mundane. 

And there is no one but myself to blame. 

I've exhausted out my fifteen minutes of fame.

But you would say the same.

If you were trapped inside of me.