The Loneliness

My life feels like a dark room, no light is getting in. The shades are painted shut and the walls are closing in. The floor is made of quicksand. The ceiling’s falling down. I try, but I can’t seem to pick myself up off the ground. The pictures turn to ashes. The mirrors change my face. The doors keep slamming anytime I try to leave this place. I call, but no one hears me. I scream, but no one’s there. This is how my life is, no one said it would be fair.