Do you ever feel like screaming at the top of your lungs? Screaming until you run out of air? I’m in a prison of my own making and I built these walls so thick that there’s no getting in and no getting out. These walls were built to protect me, but the heavy weight of them is closing in on me instead. 

I will give you whatever pieces of my soul I can fit under that door, but you will never have all of me and I will never have all of you. It’s dark and lonely here. If I scream, will you hear me? Is there even anyone waiting on the other side?