From the bunch

 The door is closed.

There are no windows.

You scream.

Like anyone else.

You beat until your fists are bleeding.

You fall down and get up.

Like anyone else.

You try again.

Alone

and glad.

You don´t know

what you couldn´t have done

staying with others.

You kneel down,

assume your drama

and cry.

Like anyone else.

You think it´s all overcome,

it hurts

but won´t do soon.

You relax in the silence.

You watch the world go by.

You open your eyes

and scream again.

You break apart.

More than ever.

More than before.

Like anyone else.

You abandon.

You save yourself.

Or they save you.

And there outside

you check your body.

You can´t find any scars

but think you have learned.

They say it.

You hold on to your speech.

You stand for it.

You beat it up.

Your skin is scratched

with each stride.

You are dragged.

Just a bit.

Like anyone else.

You find your room.

You close the door.

They put the chains.

And you let them

playing with you.

Like anyone else.

And you believe there must be hope.

you want to fight and get it.

And you close your eyes.

The door is also closed.

There are no windows.

You scream.

Like anyone else.