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Space in my head

She asked me one day to describe how I felt and why I was always so down.
"Depression"I said, turning my head to once again look at the ground..
"That's not good enough I need a reply, a real answer and not just "I no longer try"
So with her looking in, I peeled back my skin and this is how I replied.

"There is this prison, that I have built, and live in everyday.
It has no bars or walls, and there is no doors or gates.
There are no other inmates or guards with guns in towers,
Still, I'm in an endless lockdown and I'm forever counting the hours.
It's only my empty soul I carry, day after day, in this cold place called solitary.

No matter what fence I climb or what hole I dig I know I will never free.
How can I ever get out of a prison that's built inside me.
Continually praying to leave this place that is so empty and unkind.
But I will never truly be free for how does one escape from the depths of ones mind.