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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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![]() Things went downhill so, I'm back here, enclosed in this white room Again. An empty
space of white locked inside myself with a black door ahead of me I’m drawn to that door, though I know I can't be lured because it’s despair that lies behind the exit I know. I’ve tried to run and escape, from this prison in myself, But each time new terrors await me, outside that door. This is not heaven, not hell This is the place I run back to like a coward, to hide even though it isn’t much better than going beyond the door The stifling air suffocates me, my surroundings noiseless and dead The silence so silent that my ears ring with excruciating pain. Even so, fear drives me back into the shell of my prison to wait so when my self permits me to leave, despair won’t put a chain on me, won’t control my life inside my consciousness where fear is my jailor I’m incarcerated within my shell of self-protection, Yet my inner self longs to be free. There is a battle within me, between freedom and fear A never-ending cycle of hope And despair I’m not ready to face the world That beckons beyond that door. When will my outer self let me go free? It could take years, but I'll still wait for a Beginning after the end. Comments are closed.
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