Random Short Stories/Poems

Claustrophobia

There's always just a general sense of being left behind

That kind of gloomy winter day where no one wants to wake up

Not even the teachers take note of my absence

I find myself crying in a dark room once again

Trapped inside a box, I'd try to scratch my way through

But find that I can't even draw blood with the sharpest blade

My will to live is wavering, but my will to die weakens some more

It seems I can't do anything anymore, so I'm eagerly awaiting an end

I remember it so vividly;

The feeling in my chest as I tried to scream for help

But my voice was caught in my throat, it couldn't seem to get out

Won't somebody find me?

I remember choking on the foul smelling air;

The agonizing feeling of my claustrophobia

But the unlocked door just wouldn't seem to open

No matter how hard i(t) pounded