The walls are closing in on me. I can feel them shrinking, smaller and smaller until it’s as if the bars are touching me, surrounding me. Bars of steel taking my freedom, stealing my hope, slick with my tears. Thoughts racing through my mind, full of questions that will never be answered. What did I do to deserve this, When will I be free, Will I ever feel whole again? I can’t breathe, my heart is dying, slowly being squeezed. I just want it to end, for everything to stop. It feels as if it is going to go on forever, I will never be free. Slowly, I can feel me dying, shriveling up on the inside, until all that’s left is my husk, an empty shell, a ghost of my past self. I am alive, but I am dead. She is not me, those glassy eyes and that limp body are all that’s left. For I am gone, and this is my imprisonment, my confinement, my life.