This Room

I have this feeling of disparaging doubt. Trapped in a room of sorrow, looking for the way out. To the world I would be perceived as happy, seemingly okay. In my world there's only emptiness, desolate dismay. Where I close myself away, to torture me in every way. I cannot leave this room full of saddening gloom. Where anything in me that's good these demons are eagerly waiting to consume. How am I able to rid myself of this crippling feeling. When this room is filling with my pain from floor to ceiling. Need to escape this, but this feeling I just can't shake it. Stripping me down to my soul never feeling so naked. I have to get out, there must be a way, I just can't take it. Cause if I can't leave this gloom room soon I fear I'll never make it.