Treatment

standing on the edge,
i can feel the heat from outside,
yet the world i'min is alone and cold,
my mind is so empty,
my skin so white,
i'd give away all my belongings,
just to breathe true air,
the green far beyond my reach,
steel screen preventing freshness,
the hole i am stuck in,
is so damp and dirty.
i can't walk three steps,
without eyes peering out,
and observingmy every move,
my every breath,
i am caught in the web of my own life,
tormenting thoughts,
racing through my mind,
every secong i am awake,
i've been swallowing artificial happiness,
artificial health,
to replace all i have lost,
if not for slop on a plate,
i would all together starve,
warnings run all day,
and i can hear the others scream,
in here it's one struggle,
just to live again.