A Cry For Help

All I can see
are four dingy walls that surround me.

All I can hear
are loud voices complaining
and poor excuses being made.

There are straps on my bed
in case I try to hurt myself.

If they knew better
they would know that I don't need

my hands to hurt myself.
All I need is my mind.

My heart is beating, and my body is alive.
But I feel as if my soul is dead.
I can't remember what it feels like to laugh
or to express a true smile.

All I have left are unshed tears and anger.