16 Years of Confessions

Trapped

I remain still, lying within these four walls,

starring at the ceiling.

My mind wonders off onto the treacherous waters,

frightening thoughts spill in

slowly but surely.

Neurons after neurons begin turning on each other

My skull experiences an immense flood of emotions,

so my eyes attempt to drain them, tears begin

pouring out yet the sadness and agitation

remain...unchanged...lingering.

I begin to think there must be some way to

escape this mental fray...Then, out of nowhere,

my imagination turns on me, urging me to shut

it all down.

I look over at the cabinet, and notice bottles

of pills, knowing that an overdose would surely

end it all.

But as I get up to reach for them, I hesitate.

Turns out, I don't have the balls to do it.

I lay back and simply endure the mental anguish,

knowing that my life is hopeless, lonesome, and

empty.

But, at least, the empty container that is my

heart...still beats.