Breaking down

When I am breaking down.
I can only hear that sound. 
It echos off the walls,
through the doorways and the halls.
Deep inside I only scream.
I wish this was a dream.
I have lost every ounce of trust.
My hopes and dreams have turned to dust.
I don't know why I keep fighting.
There's proof there's no point trying.
I am looked inside a cage,
with demons filled with rage.
I am dreaming every night,
of some other kind of life.
I am trapped inside my skin,
in a world consumed by sin.
I am dreaming every night,
of somebody else's life

*wrote this a couple months ago but I still wanted to share