My mind is a prison that caged my heart behind iron clad bars. No vistors allowed signs hang from the gates that keep my emotions from escaping and I can't help but wonder how I ended up here. A prisoner locked within myself, screaming for help, yet my mouth says nothing. My fear has become my warden and my insecurites play the role of guards. They do nothing but push me down. The voices I worked so hard to surpress are here too; they taunt me, though it seems more like a haunting and I am powerless to stop them. Solitary is my only friend though I find myself locked away in the farthest corner I can find. I am stuck in darkness, unable to move; I am surrended by sadness. My pain is barbed wire and I am bloody from trying to escape it, but I am tired. I am tired of fighting. I am tired of trying. I am tired of waking up only to be reminded that I can never escape this personal prison that holds me captive.