The place i want to be

I have a picture in my head,
Of the place I want to be,
Hidden in a well,
Where no one can see.
If the pain on the inside,
Left marks on the out,
I would have marks, bruises,
And a bleeding heart without doubt.
I wouldn’t scratch at the walls,
I wouldn’t try to break free,
Because on my own with no memories,
Is the place I want to be,
But this is just a figment,
Of my imagination,
And until I can find myself,
My mind will remain on vacation.
Because inside my heart is bleeding,
There are no marks or bruises either,
My head is screaming silently for sanity,
And I have a never ending fever.