Each waking day it is my prison
greyness meets my opening eyes
These pent up feelings waiting to explode
i sit on my bed tears start to flow
running slowly down to-wards my chin
My heads in turmoil
my body doesn't work
what is left in this empty shell
no feelings of life live there anymore
just feelings of sadness and anger wanting to erupt and explode
I want to hurt, but only myself
to hack away at the shell
so unstable so unwell
and this is my life
THE LIVING HELL!!!!!
