Sometimes I think you’re doing this on purpose,

Locking me up inside.

With no light seeping through.

My skin turning pale,

My hope being lost.

Leaving me by myself,

A world so alone.

I feel trapped in a prison,

Or lost in a crowd.

There is something about this that makes me grow ill.

I don’t see my surroundings,

Therefore I don’t know what’s going on.

You leave me with very little food to eat all alone.

I’m sheltered under your presence.

I was lost, but now I am found.

Being locked in your prison

Changed my insane thoughts.

Something I doubted I had,

I’m a key in a lock.

I’m turning and breaking free.

I’m only locked in my own thoughts

Because you are still a part of me.