The World in My Mind

I'm falling. 
Whether it's up or down, I do not know. 
For it is so dark, 
light cannot penetrate through. 

I hear screams. 
To whom do these screams belong to? 
Is it a child's? 
No, I can feel it. 
The screams are coming from me. 
Of course they would be mine, 

there is no one here but me. 

The dark, empty, bottomless world that is locked in my mind. 

Population of one.

The screams have stopped. 

I have been falling for so long that I have become numb. 
The darkness; 

not giving in to the light. 

As I fall, I dream. 
I dream of what it would be like to feel the light, 
to have it wrapped around me like a blanket, 
surrounding me with warmth. 
But in the end, all I have is the bitter cold. 
So I have come to accept it. 

I accept the world in my mind that shrouds me in darkness. 
I accept the cold that has chilled me to the bones and now acts as my sense of security. 
I accept this endless falling that gives me the feeling of emptiness. 

But I wait. 

I wait for the light and its warmth to come save me from this miserable world locked in my mind.