Confined

In these four walls are hurt, anger, and despair
it never seems like there's a way out.
All the windows and doors are gone
leaving me no escape.
The ceiling is coming closer to the floor,
the floor to the ceiling, and wall to wall.
A wave of anxiety builds up and crashes over me,
leaving me exhausted with no place to rest and
a rock in the pit of my stomach.
I'm drowning in the ocean of grief and
don't know which way is up.
Everytime i reach out for help
i get pushed back down again.
Maybe this is the way my world is supposed to be,
a weary one, full of disappointment and pain.
Maybe i'm supposed to end up alone and confused.
This water is getting to be too much for me to handle.
I can barely see the light anymore,
i can only hope that it never fades away completely.