Trapped in cellar
My soul is screaming
My mind is numb
My heart is breaking
My day goes by with nothing
But fake smiles and force laughter
Hard eyes seeing cries and anger
Lifeless eyes taking everything in, storing them for memory
The flower in my hand, burnt and colorless
Shades of grey fill my mind
While my soul is bathed in DARKNESS
My blond locks matted to my forehead; dull, tangled, lifeless
Darkness clouding my body
The cellar's ceiling creaks has footsteps can be heard
Screams ringing loud in the cold surrounding darkness
A/N: This is something that my mind came up with a few weeks ago during a writer's forum at my school. Hope you guys like it.