solitary confinement

nothing but silence to comfort me.i feel as if the walls are closing in. to squeeze and suffocate me. there is a small window. taunting me with freedom.so close but still so far. i can see it, smell it, and hear it. but i cant touch it. this is hell. the food quantity is so small. i stumble and fall constantly. nothing but my memories remain. of pleasures and freedoms. now all are my hellish vendettas. set me free, with freedom or death!

there is one door. the one i walked through how ever long ago. i sit and stare at it with hope that by the grace of god it will open. but if god heard my prayers i would be free, or dead. i am foresaken! i feel as if i am rotting. but i have nothing to harm myself with. all i have is despair. this room is so dark, the faces mock me. i am living in my head, another hell i have come to know all too well now.

i have lost track of time. it gets cold when its night and my toes go numb and sting to the bone. i scream in agony only to recieve dead silence. i bang on the walls, my hands are bruised. i sit and cry, i wish to die! what crime deserves this? my imagination is going insane. i fear my own thoughts. im pulling out my hair, biting my nails, picking at my skin, and twirling my thumbs. trying to pass by the time in this eternity.

i have lost hope. i have no faith. this is my last moment before i am consumed by insanity. i have been here i dont even know how long. the only connection i have is the hand that feeds me, through that little window. that taunting pane of glass. i am forgotten, all i am now is a number. i killed once and i will kill only one more time, it wont be murder, but suicide. goodbye perdition