My Morbid Little Poem

I'm trapped by the walls that have become me, I can feel them closing in. I try to breathe and accept my punishment, but I don't know what I did. I know I deserve it, but I don't know why, or how. It seems that with each breath I take I draw closer to a paralyzing sleep. I stare at the locked door and ponder through my thoughts. Where am I? I've completely lost myself, and I don't think I want to be found. My soul left with my creativity, my creativity with my innocence. My innocence was my everything, it's gone, and now I have nothing. This small room seems to grow colder, I can feel my body heat escaping me. I shift from sitting aginst the wall to laying on the floor, as I cannot hold myself up any longer. I lay there, limp, waiting for it to be over. Im scared. I haven't made my peace with any one, or myself... It's hard to make peace when you don't know what's rustled within me. Something inside me will not sleep. It will not be put to rest. The many sleepless nights I've had, lying awake for a reason unknown. Many times I've cried with out saddness. I recall a time when I said I rather feel nothing than saddness, and that time had dawned. My heart, which was once warm and inviting, is now cold and empty. I am numb. I do not feel. The tears that have stained my face are not from hatred, anger, or depression, but from my own loneliness. I am alone, all by myself, with no one to take my love. My love ran out, and now it is all gone, never to return again. It's hard to love when your dying slowly. My eyes begin to feel heavy, and I can't keep them open. Not only is my heart numb, but my body as well. I can feel myself starting to slip away, I can't fight it much longer. I try to speak, but no sound comes out. It's time I accept my fate. I will die alone. There is nothing I can do now. Oh please let me die already, I can't take this suffereing. Let me take my last breath, and float away into the black abyss.