1_21Guns
June 24th, 2013, 05:30 PM
I am trapped, trapped in a dark, damp, dusty cell. Broken mirrors are scattered on the floor like pebbles on a beach, each shard reflecting a piece of myself back at me. My body is weak from the battle. My heart is cold. My feelings numb. I'm not sure how I got here, and I'm certainly not sure how to get back, I don’t even remember where I was before I got here. My hands tremble recklessly, looking around there is nothing but the darkness, it’s slowly consuming me, and the life is draining out of me day by day.
Each day they come to visit me, if only to remind me how ugly, fat, worthless and stupid I am… perhaps they’ll leave those marks again, the marks from which the slow red river trickles from my body, or maybe they won’t feed me again, or they’ll keep me up all night playing the same damn movies. I don’t know, I don’t really like them, but it’s the only company I get around here, everyone else leaves. Everyone always leaves. Not them though, no matter what I do I can’t outrun them, it doesn't matter where I am or what I'm doing they’ll find me.
It’s getting harder to carry on, I just wish to be released from this prison, I cannot remember what crime I committed to deserve this, why am I still here? What did I ever do to deserve this?
Oh… where am I you ask?
Trapped inside my own head of course.
Each day they come to visit me, if only to remind me how ugly, fat, worthless and stupid I am… perhaps they’ll leave those marks again, the marks from which the slow red river trickles from my body, or maybe they won’t feed me again, or they’ll keep me up all night playing the same damn movies. I don’t know, I don’t really like them, but it’s the only company I get around here, everyone else leaves. Everyone always leaves. Not them though, no matter what I do I can’t outrun them, it doesn't matter where I am or what I'm doing they’ll find me.
It’s getting harder to carry on, I just wish to be released from this prison, I cannot remember what crime I committed to deserve this, why am I still here? What did I ever do to deserve this?
Oh… where am I you ask?
Trapped inside my own head of course.