Sitting here, alone in a space all my own. There are no windows within this cell I am told. I would cry to get out, but contentment has found place inside my mind. I am not affraid of this place for I have come here often. Its a prison that I made to keep out all the pain its a place where the lock is on the inside. I put myself away when the pain becomes too great and I have no more tears left to cry. I need this place to help me forget. This world has its turns, but my cell remains as I created it to be. Not a single soul, but my own can find its way here and my own cannot leave until the tears are no longer gathering to fall outside the walls. I have brought myself again to this place of refuge for the time has come for me dwell alone. I am not upset any longer and its not that I dont care, but you see inside of my prison those things dont exist. Here is where I stand alone.