Lonesome Rout

Trapped in this skin
Screaming for help
Will anyone hear that my heart just wants out?

Inside this head
Words rushing through
Telling me to end it and find something new

There on the bed
Lay the contents of a Kleenex box
And on the floor old laundry and dirty socks

Closed in my heart
Are feelings never shown
Tears never shed, thoughts never known

I’m not suicidal
I haven’t cut, yet
but if this keeps up I’m sure I’ll regret

Thought about running
and getting away
but I have no money, so here I stay

Trapped in this room
four walls and a door
my heart still beats but it’s very ,very sore

No one comes in
No one goes out
this is my prison
my lonesome rout