Unfinished

I am a mental prisoner of my own captivity
Locked behind these unceasing bars, my imagination is the only key to escape. Troubled thoughts and memories, pacing back and forth.
Constantly watching over me like a dark shadow trapping me in my own loneliness, reasurring me escape, is not an option.
They tell me I'm not good enough. That I deserve to die. They ask my why I'm still here, and every day I tell them.
That behind this wall and prison of depression, is the happy carefree person I once was, and the Angel who carried me through this living hell.
Day and night I'm constantly thinking, frantically coming up with ways out. Haunted with guilt, wearing chains of anger and frustration, regret and wishful thinking.
The lies over the years, slowly consuming me. Making me think that there's no way out.
Each thought bringing a painful blow to my torn heart. The deception has taken a toll on my weary body, breaking me down a little more each day.