Glass Prison

My struggles with depression and anxiety problems.

Am so bored
Waiting for that break through
To happen

As if time
Has totally
Forgotten about me
From it’s shifting sands.

Like some lost colony
Of civilization
Left alone
To fend and care
For themselves.

Wanting to scream
“I am here”
But my shouting falls
Upon deaf
Or indifferent ears.

My fists
Start to bleed
From the pounding
Against the crystalline walls
Of my prison.

Without
Making any noticeable mark
Beyond the blood smears
On the smooth sides.

Need to remind myself
Not to turn my anger
Inward.

Or else
I am lost
Forever and ever
To myself.

Reviews

[Schnookums]

"Wanting to scream “I am here” But my shouting falls Upon deaf Or indifferent ears." So true for so many people. I feel your pain. I know it all too well. I hope that you do find that break through. Just remember not to bottle your feelings by turning inward otherwise it eats you up too.