Recycled thoughts

The pain, the emotions and the pressure
have surrounded my soul,
created a hole
so great i cannot measure
my pain, my emotions and my own pressure
that I inflict upon myself.
I wish i could write it all down,
all my thoughts spinning round and round
and place them on a shelf,
a place both secure and free
where i can be opened,
where i can be closed,
where i can be me.
Anything to get away,
anything to escape
from my own self rape.
Just let me pray.
Pray to be released
pray to be contained
pray to open the lid
to let my soul fly free.
But keep the lid closed.
I'm too afraid,
just ease the lid,
But only a little,
from the pain, emotion and the pressure of myself