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.
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.