Curtain #2

The curtains are permanently drawn
Always night, there's never a dawn
I hear people living a life outside
But this is my prison, I hide inside.

Newspapers pile up in my hall
Telling me stories from outside of these walls.
The thought of leaving my room fills me with dread
The feeling of doom always here in my head.

My only visitor is the delivery man
I'm locked in my bathroom at the sound of his van.
I wish I could say 'hello' and 'thank you'
If only I lived in a world where wishes come true.

I try and I try but hard as I might
I cant even peek out through that crack of light.
Just one glimpse would give me hope
Stop the thought of ending my life with a rope.

I picked up the phone and heard someone speak
Was the first contact I've had in a week.
Maybe tomorrow, though I can't be certain
Will be the day I pull back the curtain.