Locked within your own body, your own heart and mind...
They couldn't understand the struggles you go through just to survive...
Not even living, just surviving.
You hate everything, you look in the mirror, always repeating...
"I love you. You're beautiful"
And yet the words mean nothing.
Your pain, your prison.
You're trapped within yourself, you can't even call for help.
You can't trust, not even yourself.
All you can do is break down and cry inside.
You are your own prison.
You watch the world pass you by...
You can't even break the shackles long enough to join them...
And it kills you, stabbing deeper and deeper...
How could they help? How could they understand?
And all it does is anger them... but how do you feel?
Pain, depression, rage, a spiral that sends you further down.
Every word cuts into you and you just beat yourself up further.
Every emotion that you've locked inside...
It's been there so long you don't even know what started it...
You hate yourself for every second you're alive...
You scream inside, struggling for a way out..
You try so hard to reach out, despite what it causes you...
You can't stop hurting them and yourself...
Everyday you struggle to climb that hill, to try and look over the meadows...
You get a glint of sunshine finally..
And yet, still...
Your prison remains.

Todd, Art, everything about this (c) Myself (Todd Bremer, CadaverousDingo)