Locked Away

You don't know desolate unless you have been locked inside your own mind for hours
No books, no TV, no paper and no pens, just you and anything thoughts that haunt you
Not the pretty things that can sometimes fill your mind, no, the ugly stuff
The scars, the heartbreaks, the tragedies, abandonment and trust issues
They float around stabbing all the places that it used to hurt
You close yourself further, retreating, wounded to the corners of your mind
Not realizing that in that action you have made yourself susceptible to the thoughts
You have locked yourself away, left yourself alone with the thoughts you wish you never had