Should you seek me, you would find me all alone inside my cave, to my thoughts there, I am enslaved, but where the solitude is my comfort, I have stayed,
Far away from the eyes of judgement, except that of my own accord, a dark place inside my mind, filled with pain that I have stored,
I grow quieter and quieter, I have left this world behind, I am willingly in a prison, a prison crafted in my mind,
A dark place, a cold place, where all trauma seems to echo, old wounds are hard to let go, but in my head I’ve made my bed though and I’ll have bled until I’m dead but still I can’t let them know…



