Prison

The feeling of claustrophobic anxiety
Fills my senses with red flags.
Surrounded on all sides,
Confined to this Hell for life.
I feel the anxiety reach and dig
Deeper into my mind.

I need out of this prison.
I need out of this claustrophobic Hell.

I begin to rock back and forth,
Looking around for a way out.
I have become all too conscious
Of this flesh prison that I reside in.

I feel myself start to hyperventilate,
My vision darkening around the edges.

I dig my nails into the soft flesh
Of my forearms and begin to claw,
Rake, scratch, tear, and rip away
Any and all skin that I can.

Blood runs from shallow to deep
Sounds as flesh hangs from my arms.

I start to finally feel free
For the first time in decades.
I can feel the cold, stinging air
On my soul as I continue to shred
And rid myself of my prison.

This flesh a prison,
This skin a Hell.

Soon I will be free from this terror.
Soon I will be able to walk amongst
People and feel confident.
Just need to peel away at
The walls that have kept me prisoner
Since birth.

Soon, this pain and blood spilled
Will all be worth it.

Soon.