Bound in chains I cannot see,

Yet they wrap around and bind me tight,
A prisoner to my thoughts, to be
Torn between day and endless night.

Every thought a blade, a knife,
Cutting through what's left of life,
In a world where joy's a lie,
I scream, but none hear my cry.

These chains, invisible yet real,
Are the weight that I cannot feel,
A prison forged in my own mind,
A soul that's broken, undefined.