Trapped within the confines of this room, I sigh deeply to myself again.
How am I to live if I were to stay in this hole, forever afraid of the thoughts that penetrate my mind?
I want to leave, I scream.
I could feel claws, tearing at my chest, begging to be released.
I hear myself yell, so loud that I could hear but not loud enough for others.
"You have to get out! You need to live!"
The walls, dusty to my touch, felt like it closed in another inch.
The air around seemed to be denser.
I am forever trapped in this hole I dug myself,
I kept dreaming of finding something that I dug at the ground ambitiously,
And now I'm stuck in this hell hole, without a will to live. The only thing holding me together is the hope that someday I will be found, by someone, something.