Mind, Body, and Soul

This is a poem about how I felt growing up... it was rough.

Mind, Body, and Soul

I'm lost in the haze of my soul. I can't enter my mind, the door has been barred.
I knock softly on my heart. It echoes loudly in my spirit. I cry out to open but it has
locked all emotions in the dark pit of my own hell. I run down the corridor of my childhood.
I take the first door on my right. I hear my own screams of pain and I cry out.
I slam the door and continue. I trip over my past and stumble upon my future.
It is bleak and desolate. I like the feeling of the blood oozing out of my heart and
drowning my soul. It has a saline taste similar to death. I'm lost in the sweet sorrow of
pain. I scream to release. My spirit has left my body and searches the key.
I suffer in my steel cage that is me.