The Window

My memories eat my conscious as i cry alone

my lungs gasp for air as i am chilled to the bone

a cold sweat brakes out as i feel torment and horror

i feel fear grip my heart as i hide in the corner

my eyes search my room for someone who is not there

instead there is an unseen being in my room, i can feel his stare

i reach out my hand for some to grab it and take me away

but when i try to get up someone pushed me down forcing me to stay

i see a window, and in this window are my friends

i see them smiling as i read their comments, and i follow there smiling trend

through this window fear releases my heart from his lethal grip

i smile, my eyes are dry, my conscience is clean, no more quivering lip