Trapped

Sitting alone, in a small dark corner. Leaning on the wall, letting the blood drip from my hands, of the very knife that had cut it.

Knowing my head was full of memories. Those tragic, hateful memories!

Pain! Pain! Rushing...Flowing...Drowning the cells...That were once my brain..

Eating away at the bitterness of the skull that lay inside my head..Trying to die...Killing time...Seeing it...Run...From the surface..

Knowing that I had it..Never to go anywhere...I was...Yes..Trapped...Sure..

Maybe I was locked inside a room..For safety..Own good..Or even..Mere ex-quaintances.

Nothing...Had ever felt this bad...Seeing myself in this room..Knowing I would fall...Letting myself grind my teeth..Straight through the iron wall..

Digging my way out..I tried to find a way...I was merely trapped...But only for today...