Lost in my Mind

When trapped in my mind, I can only try to escape. Yet, I fail each time, always locked away, striving to get out, and the key that allows my soul to be free, even for only moments, is the pen I hold in my hand. So I write, write to give myself that freedom, even if only for seconds, to escape from the reality of the pain. My soul bleeds, as my heart cries, yet my body lives on, helpless, yet there. So I write...