My Mind is a Prison

Have you been to a prison before? I have been. And before you make up your mind about me, let me tell you it’s not those where all those criminals are put into. I am a prisoner of my own mind.I have been here for years, yearning to get out.I have been locked inside with monsters. Monsters that are my own, that’s eating my soul day by day. It’s dark and gloomy in there. It’s scary sometimes. I feel like I have been chained by my own thoughts, which won’t let me go free. The more I want to break free, the more it clutches onto me. It’s like a cubical with no doors and windows. Even if I scream in there, no one can listen. I cannot seem to find a way to escape myself. Some days it feels suffocating like I have to live the same moments again and again. My nights start with fighting those thought monsters to get an ounce of peaceful sleep. Sometimes those demons get stronger by eating upon me and I lose, I lose my peace, my sleep, my smile.

I am trying, trying to get a few rays of light of peace within. Some days I try to get some but some days it seems to be an impossible task. I keep reminding myself to not lose hope. I have this immense hope that one day I’ll break through these walls and run free without any boundaries.

I will break these chains of thoughts, and confront those thought monsters, win the fight and get out of that gloomy place. I will not be a Prisoner anymore.