Trapped
Trapped.
Trapped in this body,
trapped in this mind.
Trapped in this cycle,
of meaning I'm trying to find.
Days dissolve into minutes,
time feels unreal.
Searching for answers,
about what I should feel.
Cut after cut.
Tear after tear.
Begging for something more,
yet caged in by fear.
Whispers of despair.
Voices in my head,
continue to mock me.
I may as well be dead.
I laugh and laugh,
I really hate my life.
And all I want to do
Is use that fucking knife.








