I feel trapped in a small room,
With the rooftop touching my head,
The side walls closing in on me.
Not a drop of tear to shed.

It’s all dark and suffocating,
No door to let me out.
No window to allow a ray of hope.
Has this life been a waste, throughout?

All aspirations are gone.
Even in a crowd, I feel alone.
Is there any other way to stop the suffering?
Or is this just the beginning?

By debbiesathya