Trapped

I remain still lying withing these four walls staring at the ceiling thinking how to escape this prison. My mind wanders off onto the sea frightening thoughts slip in slowly but surely, neurons after neurons begin turning into each other. My skull experience a mixed flood of emotions, so my eyes attempt to drain them as tears began pouring out Yet sadness and stress remain unchanged I began to think there must be someway to escape this mental illness then out of nowhere my imagination turns on urging me to shut it all I looked over my desk and notice a bottle of pills knowing an overdose would I will be, Without a doubt end it all But as I get up to reach for them I hesitate turns out I don't have a courage to do it I lay back down and simply just endure this mental disease. Knowing that my life is lonesome, hopeless and empty but atleast the empty containers that is my heart still beats