I am subjected,

To depression,

For eternity,

While happiness is just an illusion,

A false delusion

I can't get out,

I can't break free

From this little cage,

Of pain and grief,

Never enjoying my life

People call me unstable,

A maniac and a freak,

And look at me with scorn,

Wishing I could just disappear,

And be gone

They loath and detest me,

Hoping I would never be seen,

That I would just diffuse into the seams

I grab the penknife,

Off the table

Inhaled a deep breath,

As the cold blade touched my skin

Save me now,

Before I lose myself,

Out of this dark and confined well,

With my splintered heart,

Some glass shards

I'm locked up,

Inside this cage of sadness,

My own little hell.