The eerie coldness wrap around my heart,

I can’t breath.

The walls are whispering

About the time when they were dust.

My brain is yelling

About the time when I was happy

I don’t hear them,

My ears and eyes are disconnected,

Like the landline on my wall.

No one in or out.

The doors are locked from the inside

The key is outside.

A paradox my brain wont even attempt to solve.

My coldness of my twin sized mattress

Fill my bones with ice and snow.

The sweet nothings of my pillow

In my ears.

The heavy arms of depression

Draped over me and locked in place.