When Depression Met Puberty – Poetry from my past

I’m being held, hostage
but there is no ransom
I’m being held captive
and no one can save me
I can’t even save myself
I’m wasting away
in a prison with no walls
I’m deteriorating
in a cell with no bars
no one can get in
and I can’t get out
there is nowhere to run
nowhere to hide
nothing I can do
I have been sentenced to life
and committed no crime
the door is locked
the key was never made
memories slowly slip away
my soul becomes helpless
my body lies still
there is no other way
emptiness surrounds me
I’m being held down
by invisible chains
nothing is important anymore

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