My Prison
I’m in prison
I’m locked in.
I’m concealing.
Not feeling.
I’m lost.
I’m alone
I stare at the wall, and all I see is nothing.
I stare to my left…nothing.
I stare to my right…nothing.
Silence is all I hear.
Silence has taken me over.
Silence made me who I am.
Silence is my way of thinking of the past.
Thinking…about the past.
Thinking…about my smile, where it used to shine…like stars.
Thinking about it more and more.
Deeper and deeper
And…
There…
I shatter…in pain…wishing
I wasn’t looking up this pain inside me.
Empty Life
That’s all, I’m repeating in my head.
To get these stupid thoughts out of my head.
Have you ever lost someone? I have.
It’s like, they were your freedom
As if they knew you, the real you.
Have you ever felt so lost without them? I have.
It’s like, I’m sitting here in prison, crying, wondering, thinking…
As if that person accused you of something you haven’t done.
Have you ever felt so locked in that you rethink this whole situation? I have.
As if concealing all your thoughts inside of you would help.
And …
It sucks because you want to be free again, but you can’t because it’s hard getting out of this prison, because you’re so guilty for what you’ve done, because you want to know what made the monster in you.
And …
Then you think and realize you’re just a human being with an empty mind, an empty heart and just want an empty life.
