slowly
the walls are
closing in
surrounding me in
the puddles of my own pity
and sadness
i feel as though
i'm being gagged
like I'm choking
on something that
isn't really
there,
some people say
its the sadness eating me up inside
and others say
its not a big deal,
but they don't know
how i feel when it's
3 a.m.,
while the moonlight shines through
my white blinds,
onto my pale face,
while invisible tears
stream down my face,
onto my wrists,
covered in blood.


m.g.