Trapped in my mind

The worst kind of torture is to be trapped in ones mind,
I begin to see things that do not exist.
I slowly fall behind.
My sanity I missed.

Lost inside my head,
I have one last breath.
My last tears are shed,
And in the corner lingers death.

Yet I'm still living,
and I'm just empty inside.
The pain I'm reliving.
I should have died.

My soul is dead
But my body isn't.
I'm hanging by a thread.
Held in this prison.

Held in by these walls,
That my mind is creating.
Just sitting in the halls,
For death I am waiting.

My mind is a maze,
Of yes and no's.
Holding on by the phrase,
Death is close.

In my head I am screaming,
But noone is hearing me.
In my head I am dreaming,
Of one day being free.

That's why I wait for death,
To be let free from my prison.
To let out my last breath
And I shall be risen.

All day I'll lay in the flowers.
Instead of having rain on my face,
I'll lay in the sun for hours.
I'll be free in a wonderful place.

So to the Lord I pray,
Take my last breath.
Don't let me stay.
Bring me death.