Isolation

I scrape my barely growing nails down the walls, screaming in this box I'm holed up in.
I scream, my voice barely going out, merely echoing in this prison I'm stuck in.
I am trapped but I have the key. Yet I'm starting to think, as my mind relapses in this brain disease- insanity, the voices tell me- that I've broken it, broken it, broken it all and
there
is


barely
nothing

left

Author's Note

pic is "isolation" by volglm on deviantart.