Poem Ten

These four walls are a prison,
I can't get out.
I go for walks or on drives,
Its another bout.

I fight myself over and over,
Can't ever win.
And then I start to wonder,
Stab myself with pen?

I hate this place oh so much,
Hate myself too.
Hate these thoughts I'm having,
Hate it when I'm blue.

I wish you were here to take,
You can take pain.
You can always bring back,
The hope I have slain.