With-held within a Prison Cell | Poem

I was alone in a very dark sole
With nothing to do and supervised
I walk around contemplating and contemplating again
When thoughts go through my mind, but nothing comes out
Because...

Screams, shouts, conflict, contradictions. All lies
It's like my mind is ready to die
I have no mobility
When I just sit there and have no accessibility
When my mind is a scribble, but my words are like a blank page

But why do I feel so lonely?
It's because I'm locked down like a prisoner in a prison cell
Like writing my own book whilst spending years and years there
But what can I do?
A image flew
I can get out of this mess
You can do this, you can do this
A voice which appeared in my head
I had to get out, I can't take it
My brain is screaming for air, it's screaming for fear
My body wanted to move, but it couldn't
The cell closed in on me
And once it got to the end I couldn't breath any longer
I shut my eyes slowly

When I woke up, I was in my own home...