A Bodily Prison

Lost in a cell

I may have created myself.

A cell made of bones, broken carelessly from my body, and regrets.

Regrets about the past and what I could have done to stop myself from being this way.

The pain won’t go away.

No one knows what it’s like.

It’s not like they could help anyway.

There's not a magical potion I can take to make it go away.

I’m dying from the inside out.

No one wants to help.

No one wants to listen.

No matter how much I scream.

My body is bleeding,

seeping out the evil that lies within it.

Yet no one can see.

The room around me is spinning.

Spinning out of control

or maybe I'm losing control.

My vision goes black

and spotty.

Yet I can still see.

I see the future of what my life will always be.

I grow shaky, my hands and jaw tremoring.

My body is so weak; so tired.

Even the salt from the sea cannot help me any longer.

The walls are moving in closer, crushing me.

I'm getting enough air, but it still feels like I can't breathe.

Every day it feels like I'm dying.

Like today is going to be my last day.

I'm a slave to this body with no way to flee from it.

There's no Underground Railroad or escape plan for me to find relief.

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