Trapped in my own prison

“I watch my body age while I’m locked in this cage, 
How old will I be when I finally escape, or am I more likely to die alone in this prison I built for myself?”

This is a story/poem I wrote the other night when I couldn’t sleep. When I’m depressed I feel trapped, alone, and isolated.

Even when I’m happy I look around to realize all the time and events I’ve missed. This disorder steals the one thing I can’t get back; time.

The only upside for me is I have no family. This is a good thing because the pain of missing your children grow up must be unbearable.

Remember to smile,
Hipster Harrison

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