All Around Me

when you are surrounded by life and its pain, you want to leave but are chained

I knew that being here meant nothing to me or anyone else. I knew I had to get out but they were all around me. I looked at the walls that made my skin feel on fire. The water never woke me up for long. I scream into the mirror but I still feel the age come from my face.  They could care less about the words I try to give truth to, they are all around me.

                Where did the light go, the wind has taken me to a dark place and I want to walk away. I am chained to my body but my soul still has purpose. I am alive, I scream inside my head over and over, were did the pain go, in the palm of my hand or straight to my heart. Holding on to every breath as if it was my last.  Letting the air sting my lungs as the breeze treats me as if I am not even in existence.

I feel the air on my face and I wonder if it will be the last time I feel anything besides pain. Looking down at the drop makes me shiver. I cry out but it is a silent cry. Let me go, let the chains break. No air in my lunges I feel my feet slipping, I am lost without a sound. I can feel my heart beating but it still feels cold. What is left, what is left of me? Created by the world’s monster its self.

There’s not many people left around, I hear the wind as it makes a whistling sound. I can’t see anything but the clouds, the rain and I can only feel the pain.  I see the little light. It burns my eyes but warms my heart.