Invisible Box.

See through walls, built with air.

Held together with fear.

Boxed in, safe yet suffocating and isolating.

Stuck and locked in.

Bottled up.

Screaming within.

No clear way out.

I can't see clearly or think evenly.

It's crystal clear out there

So why is it raining in here.

Temporary Fix

I feel the itch.

I feel the need.

My head is hurting me.

I feel worthless.

I feel unworthy.

I need to breathe!

quick fix, shopping windows and debit cards.

Nice new pair of shoes just what has been prescribed.

Air to my lungs.

Water to drench my thirst.

Hunger has gone, than why do I still feel empty inside.