Locked up

These walls are starting to close
the room is starting to grow smaller
as if someone was pushing it shut
with there two hands
crazy thoughts run threw my mind
glasping my hands around these bars
i scream for help
watching many people passing my by
smiles upon there face
smiles an giggles
Throwing myself onto the floor in tears
Looking at all these people
asking myself
why so happy
layin in tears
i soon hear a voice
looking for the face that fits the voice
i look up to see a girl
with blood dripping from her wrist
you need to get out of here
looking at her for a moment
asking her how
looking at her wrists befor i could look up she was gone
for now i see the way to get out of this prison of depression
i dig around for a sharp rock an begain to cut