I see unsafe things
I see things that scare me
I see hurt
I see people hurting
I see nightmares
I see hopelessness
I see despair
I see a blank future
I see fighting for happiness
I see me in a war with myself
I see self destruction
I hear good advice
I hear I am strong
I hear I will be better
I hear I'm loved
I hear I have support
I hear I will be well one day
I feel none of this selfish as it may seem

All from my prison cell called depression.
The bars are made from bad memories and flashbacks, inpenetratable from the outsside or within. The walls are covered in faces I'd rather forget and painted in black.
The bed is wet from years of the tears i've cried for a lost childhood. The photo on the one cabinet is of my grandad and I at the seaside, me wrapped in his arms. Two pictures are under the wet pillow, one of my son, the other my daughter.
I wait for a key.

jin