Some poetry from the bowels of my mental prison

[missfreyja]

I feel like I am surrounded,
abandoned, shut out, closed in.
There's no way out of this.

Blackness is all I can see.
Emptiness - nothingness.
Is anyone out there ?

I cry but no one hears.
I move but no one sees.
I touch, but no one feels.

Did I make this hell for myself?

I cry but no one hears...
my voice just echos.
I move but no one sees...
my shadow just shifts.
I touch but no one feels...my finger tips just go numb.

My head is pounding.
My heart is aching.
I am longing for some company;
longing to be held,
longing to be loved.
Aching to be acknowledged.
Am i still alive?

Did I make this hell for myself?