To Cage Yourself

To cage yourself in between the four walls. Isn't it suffocating?
To keep staring those "highly technical subject books" all day, isn't it's like finding a hole and dig yourself in that.
Seeing your friends hanging out with others, isn't it the worst thing in the world?
This feeling, as if I am an drug addict, addicted to this loneliness which is creeping inside every second and eating me up. As if I feel that need in my body, that want, that uncomfortably unusual feeling of missing something in life.
Missing those essentials, those people, those happiness in your life.
Missing that "being focused" in life....
This cage of four walls where all I can hear are my failures, my emptiness, my regrets , my pains, my good-for-nothing lines.
I am perspiring.....
Hands are trembling......
Eyes have eventually swelled up turning to red.....
Twisting and turning on bed madly....
As if I haven't got my drugs- my passion, my people, my happiness.......It's getting hard to breathe.....
People say I am okay but deep inside only I know, whats okey.. life is a bitch!
Sometimes being cool is fucking horrible for own self..!!