"I was closed in this room,
For the happiness it had no room.

The venom smells so dangerous,
Turns my thoughts venomous.

The blackness blinds my view.
It makes me understand it's all not new.

I calls for help.
Room's walls brings my plead of help,
Back to my ears.
At the depressionful walls I stare.

To help myself of my own, I try.
And eyes begs to get dry.
The owner of the room calls me.
Its voice was unbearable to me.
It made me forget I was going to help myself.
And I lose control on myself.

The sorrowful chains choked me.
Being in this room sophisticate me.

Sometimes, I give up.
I lose the fight.
Sometimes when I don't gave up.
It makes me remember the darkest stories of nights.

I don't have a name to give this peculiar situation.
I never want anyone to feel this situation. "

- Z. A.