Four Walls

What do I see?
All around me is four walls.
This voice keeps sounding in my mind,
It seems to be me it calls.
I'm trapped in this room,
As the darkness surrounds me.
I'm losing the will to live,
I'm afraid that I will be.
Trapped in this prison cell,
For the rest of my days.
Madness falls in to my heart,
At these four walls I will always gaze.
It blackens my destroyed heart,
To know I will never be free.
Why can't I just escape?
Why can't you just see?
That I will never be seen again,
With a true smile on my face.
I will give into the insanity,
For freedom is putting up to much of a chase.

by EMMA Funnell

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