Where the light once showed there is a darkness.
It's grey and cold.
It rains most days.
The sun stops rising.
Cries for help are never heard.
It's you're personal hell
" Am I going insane?"
Probably..
Locked inside..
Alone
Fearing what the future may bring.
Days become nights.. And nights they never end.
back and forth..
Forever a prisoner of my mind.