Prison is not always cold grey wall and iron bars, it can be many things from your body, to your home. Many countless people suffer in silence because they feel that their emotions are not valid, or that they themselves are not worth it. Medical professionals deem this feeling of dispare as Depression. However, what if they're wrong? What if what they say depression is, is nothing more than an invisible prison, a prison that has no walls, no taste, and no smell? What if your prison is within you? A breathing, moving, thing that you can not get rid of, cut out, or even see, but know it's there. Prison is counting down to a change, when you dont want the change to happen. Prison is being alone, when your in a crowded room. Prison is feeling worthless, and laughing about it. Prison is being asked "How are you" and you responding in hidden code "I CAN'T complain, because if I did WHO WOULD LISTEN?" Prison is feeling trapped. Prison is wondering "WHAT IF?" We always look skyward to find our answers, and find nothing but a bright blue sky to some, and to others a dark grey clouded shroud for others. We many times bare our cross silently hoping to find a way of breaking our oppressive chains. But much like Alice who while trapped in her Wonderland, forgot the key on the table, looking up at it when she was small. Our fears and our problems sometimes belittle us and make us feel insignificant. Questions of "would they miss me" come to mind. But as with everything else, you are convicted but lack the actions to see them through. Where do you turn? Where do you stop? When do you break free? Only time and patients can tell. Having faith is better than having some mind altering drug. Keeping the faith be you Wiccan or Christian, that is what keeps us going. Keep the faith my friends, for it may be your last hold!