I crave the breeze brushing against my skin,
The rain gently dripping on my hair.
To run through the woods, full of life and nature.
Meet new people, and discover this fascinating Earth.
But instead you keep me trapped,
Claustrophobic in my room.
Never going beyond these walls,
Of pain, remorse and this pessimistic existence.
Which you call 'living'.

'It's okay to be broken',
The 5 most beautiful words imaginable.
When I let him inside my barrier,
This is what he said,
Tears in his eyes,
Looking around,
At the crumbling walls inside me.

Sometimes I feel that,
I don't even want to see a tomorrow.
Because I am living in yesterday,
And I feel dead today,
And everyday.

I stand,
The fire screaming at me.
I don't move,
I don't want to.
I want to be engulfed by these flames.
These flames of hell.
Yet above me the clouds shine,
The Earth feels soft under my bare feet.
Keeping me grounded.
Yet the serene beauty of the world,
Is taken over by this darkness inside.