Prison Of One

  It started when I was 13 years old.  I walked away from life.  No reason at all was given.  I placed myself in a prison of isolation.  Where I am the warden and guards.  I sit on my little couch and watch TV, read, write and cry.  I started running to drown my pain.  It is the only time i am truly at peace.  My friends think I am strange and negative.  The self imposed pain i place myself  in has no end and justification.  I am alone to myself in an island of shame, hurt and me. The funny thing is after all these years, i hate my own company.
But unable to  pardon myself.
misery22 misery22
36-40, F
May 23, 2012