Alone
Stuck, Cemented
Cornered into a section of your mind where no one could or would ever go
Sealed up in a backwards dimension where nobody can hear your sreams
Where you could beg, strave, die and no one would care
Solitude, where your mind and your books are your only friends
Where you have no idea what to feel sometimes,
Or you get so bored, you wonder about the inevitable, death
When you think you'll be lost in the dark
A pariah trapped in a pitch-black cavern, soundless as a morgue, aimless and alone with her engulfing speculations