The Need to Escape

Each day is a different surprise. New feelings that I've never experienced before flood my body and soul. Some are pleasing, some are not. It's as if the world is a movie and your aren't living, but just going through the motions in order to survive. If you finish the task at hand, an accomplishment is made. Something as simple as getting through the day without spending it in bed is victory. It's as if I'm a prisoner in my own cell. It's as if I have the key to escape but don't know how, because my prison is the only life I know how to live in. My mind is like a scientist. Constantly observing and analyzing the data at hand. Yet, the data I analyze is something as simple as why can't I just get out of bed and not question things like I used to. It's almost as if I can't stop picking at the smallest things to the point where the big picture doesn't matter anymore. I need to grab hold of the key and break myself free. And I'm the only one who can save me.