mental health · poetry · Uncategorized

Prison Cell

It hurts so much this heaviness inside,

Though I try to conceal it, it’s too powerful to disguise.

It builds up the pressure which I know at some point will blow,

Yet I try and I try to let this pressure go.

Left in this prison I created, even threw away my own key,

Have forgotten how to get out, have forgotten feeling free.

Though love and help surrounds me on which I depend,

This guilt builds up inside me that my misery too they might befriend.

Then alone I shall not be in this prison cell,

As even those I love I would have dragged down in my own hell.

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