The blood on my face

I feel so alone.

The confines of my room are getting smaller
I want to leave, but i don't have anywhere to go.

perhaps it's my fear that cages me in?

All i do is sit roaming through my dreams to keep me from going back to my past.

why is it that even when i don't crawl through my memories, i still feel the pain.
Pain the integrates itself into every aspect of my being.

That type of pain that ices its way through your entire abdomen, through your chest, to the tears down your face.
Everything that i do is based on the aspect of that chilling pain.

Who can make it stop?
Who can dry the blood of my face?