A prisoner in her own room
feels as though she's chained to door.
Her world turned dark n gloomy
Finds herself sleeping on the cold floor.
Isolated from the world,
Left with only hurt n pain
Crying herself to sleep at night
And slowly going insane.
She was once a courageous young gal
Whose path was bright and clear.
Now she hovers in a corner
Trapped with immense amount of fear.
Staring at the ceiling
She thinks of ways to end this life.
Rope and pills on the bed
Along with a cold steel knife.
She finds it hard to explain herself
Or the way she really feels.
Afraid of been mocked at,
She wished this was all just a dream