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.