I'm bored and weary, at times on the brink of insanity
Being this way for the longest time
Feeling desolate, despondent, and lost
Feeling wretched and ****** at a cost

I am locked in this small space
Enough for just me
Not daring to scream out loud
As I whipped myself scarred

I long to break free from this cycle
This chokehold I'm in
I have no one else to depend on
I have to be brave enough for me

I long to feel the sugary sand under my feet
Fill my lungs with clean, fresh air
Sense the warm sun caressing my pale skin
To flourish, to thrive, to feel so alive

How long I have been frozen, I couldn't tell
I know I should stand on my feet
Take a step, perhaps two
Keep going, even if I stumble and fall

The door is open, inviting and alluring
Can I do it? Can I make it?