Is there anyone?

Was thrown into a room, out of my will, And locked the door from outside, as if to kill; To kill my inner soul and scare it to death. To make me beg for even a single puff of breath. To them, the room had another door which led to somewhere, But to me the door was to be found nowhere. All I could see was pitch black, My legs, they were tied with heavy sacs. There was nothing I could do, it was not at all fun; All I did was shout, “is there anyone?” Anyone to hold me, hear me out? Anyone not deaf to hear me shout? Anyone who wouldn’t question me? Anyone who wouldn’t blame me? Is there anyone! To hear me cry? To wipe my tears before they dry? Anyone! To hear me and understand? Anyone to help me stand? Stand again on my feet still tied with those sacs, And help me fill all the cracks? But sadly I sat there crying by myself. I banged the door, crying for help. But everyone was obsessed with the other door. That obsession made them deaf to hear my last roars. The time was getting over to find the door, and I hadn’t found the keys. All I did was shout, “is there anyone, please……….”