Isolated from humanity, confined in my own little cell

I’m left to plot on fortune and future options

Tossing around different scheme’s to achieve happiness

Days I often go through are usually depressing

Which provides me with a mental creative process

Alone I concoct concept’s to relieve my mind of stress

Transforming those idea’s into written rehabilitation

Jotting down issue’s, emotions, and poetic dialogue

Allows me to bring a certain freedom and clarity to my bubble

Releasing my dark suicidal thoughts,

And converting the room energy to a delightful atmosphere

Where I can create meaningful passages.