Suffocation by Mind & Body

A Story by hope.

write of any time you felt captive or suffocated, either psychological or physical. well, this is both.

Home. It should be a welcoming word. But in my eyes? No other word has been as miserable. The place in which I reside is not only my own personal hell, but the sanctuary in which I contemplate the formidable, over and over again.

I live with those who should know me best, but, in turn, know me the least. As soon as I walk into those doors, they close behind me, blocking any hope, any ambition of mine in which I wished to someday achieve.

I sit in what’s called my room, alone, in the dark. Why should it be lightened? Shining light into any situation only shows the secrets that were to remain hidden.

The doors to freedom occasionally open, but only temporarily. And when those doors finally open for good, don’t ever expect me back.