It's Been a Week

This is for the empty silence surrounding me
That never seems to silence my thoughts.
This is for the ice cold fist
Wrapped around my quivering heart,
Constricting slightly with every beat.
This is me laying here once again,
Cage door closed,
Steel bars pinched against skin,
As I watch the walls as they slowly inch in,
Suffocating the air from the room
Filling me with waves of inevitable doom.
I'm not sure how much more I can do
Before I am forced to find a better view.
Somewhere there has to be a silver lining
I'm overwhelmed and swiftly declining
Too tired to sleep, resorting to whining
And staring into the dark
Not even sure where to start.