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Ruined by the bell?
I sat alone
An empty cell
Gray walls
Surrounded by nothing but the echo of my breathing
I breathed heavy
My knees bent
Curled to my chest
I'm alone
No ones here
Just me
Me and my thoughts
A room with no doors
A terrifying fate
Where'd they all go?
They said they wouldn't leave
Maybe they'll come back..
I look at my hands
Stained red from the blood of my knuckles
They felt numb now
It felt like it had been years since I tried to escape this prison
Yet my knuckles were still bleeding
Fresh, warm blood
I coughed
The noise echoed
Piercing my ears and sending chills through my body
I have no idea where the light is coming from
There's no source
It just is
A bang from outside
Another prisoner I assume
Trapped in this prison
Becoming enemies with the only one who can heal him
Developing a hatred for himself
Man knows no bounds when it comes to hatred
Why am I even here?
I just woke up here one day
Everyone gone
I must've been here years at this point
Yet
The light had never flickered
Never gone out
Or revoked its kindness
Maybe that was the only thing keeping me sane
The only thing keeping me from tearing myself apart
All these years I'd spent here
That's the only things that's kept me above water
On solid ground
I looked at my hands again
Still bloody
Still looking as if I had only tried to escape moments ago
Then
The most horrifying of my fates had taken place
I heard a bell chime
A bell I hadn't heard all the time I was in here
However, I recognized it and my eyes began to tear up
I began to lose my control over sanity
That bell.
That bell marked the end of the hour.

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Hi! This is my first attempt at any kind of poem and I wrote it while I was feeling very lonely, and wanted to see what kind of psychological elements I could add to it.