Trapped Inside

I feel like I am trapped inside
this box that is my mind.

It is so dark, I can't see anything.
The walls are solid,
and I can't beat them down.

My fists are bleeding,
and my fingers ache.
I scratch for an opening,
grasping for a way out.
I can't find a gap,
or a hole,
or a crack.

So I sit and I wallow
in my dark and desperate mind.

My thoughts bounce around me,
clanging against the walls.
So loud, so intense
I can't shut them out.

They dictate my life,
never allowing me to sleep,
or dream,
or sit in peace.

They're begging to be noticed,
crying to be heard.
I can't let them win,
can't let them hold me in,
but I can't get out.