The Jail Cell I Call My Mind

by Kryptonite Dreamer   Jan 29, 2017


Its seven in the morning,
I look at the clock,
I tell myself "good morning",
But my mind filled in darkness demands me to sleep,
Having that lack of motivation to go anywhere,
Even putting on my clothes feels difficult,
I tell myself that this jailhouse feel is temporary,
It won't last forever,
I guess when I wake up,
I shouldn't be writing,
I shouldn't see the good,
Because their is never any good in this jail cell,
That I call my mind,
Its not a normal cell though,
It feels like I'm in solitary confinement,
Because it feels like I'm all alone,
Where no-one wants to be near,
"End it all."
I hear that as if its on a loop in my head
So I'll close my eyes,
Maybe then I'll be out of this cell

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  • 7 years ago

    by Em

    Hi, this is so very relatable and honestly raw that is had me taking a deep breath and reading again and again... I felt like I was this person within your piece especially as I have been here too many times.

    When we are feeling full of darkness and sadness we always feel tired even when we have had an undisturbed sleep, making us lose moral and motivation and then we don't want to get up and face the big, bad world but the key is to get up and motivate ourselves and then we will feel somewhat clearer within our mind and less imprisoned by the four walls that surround us and the things going on and on in our heads. Yes. I know they will always be there but they'll be less intrusive especially if we aren't facing the world alone. I really should listen to my own advice but remember its a bad day, week, month, year not a bad life well, not completely anyway and never forget you are not alone.

    Take care,
    Em

  • 7 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    A sad poem indeed.

    When we feel like this, curling up in a ball and falling asleep often seems to be the only help. Consciousness only leads to a feeling of imprisonment. However, even the toughest bars can be broken through eventually.

    Take care,

    Ben

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