​Trapped

I have been locked in my room for ages. I’ve forgotten what the outside looks and feels like. Around my room is all i know the pale white paint mocks me. The mirrors stare at me in disgust and tell me that i am alone. Why am i here? Nothing comes from me and anything i do doesn’t affect anyone but me. All my hopes and dreams stay here in my head. The insects are my friends they come and check on me and sometimes even tuck me into bed they sing me to sleep just for them to be gone by morning. Being imprisoned in here has made me sick the waterfall of tears goes down my eyes to my nose. As i swallow my cries the pond of mucus in my throat slithers down to my lungs making me cough my silence.