These Four Walls

These four walls which hold me,
stand cold in the night.
With damp dingy air,
not even a stream of light.
I strain to see through the blackness,
I feel along the rough stony wall.
The hard floor is cold and wet,
it breaks me as I fall.
I scramble to my corner,
the only one I know.
I hear the voices calling,
they just won't let me go.
I dream of passing on ,
to maybe a better place.
Where I can leave these four walls,
to live without disgrace.
Yet I fear what I can't see,
what if nothing is waiting there?
Yet I can't stay within these four walls,
living in despair.
Trapped between two worlds,
I feel I'm torn apart.
Left all alone and scared,
wishing for a new start.
I can feel walls closing in on me,
the air is getting thin.
I feel the temperature drop,
I fear I'll never win.
I growing weaker and weaker,
I'm beginning to suffocate.
By the time anyone knows,
it will be too late.

This was the darkest time of my life, I found my way back, thanks to a family and friends that truly love me, they never gave up on me. Thank you.