A Diary From Noone

She spoke but no one heard, every scream seemed a whisper, and so she took pen to paper...

These four walls

These four walls get smaller and smaller,

Closer and closer every day.

I kneel in the middle of the room and pray.

Claustrophobic,

Suffocated by the voice.

In or out of my head,

What it says,

I have no choice but to hear.

In fear I follow its rules.

I shrink along with the room.

While the voice blossoms and I grow weaker every day.

It suffers me gladly.

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  1. I have tears in my eyes, I understand only too well. A prisoner, within my own four walls. The prison guard keeping me there is my own destructive thoughts.

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