Broken

Stumbling through never ending walls of grey
Cracked concrete beneath my feet.
Questions fill my head;
Where am I? What am I doing? Who am I?
It rains question marks.

I turn a corner, no use
a dead end.
I cry out for help,
for some semblance of sanity in this broken world.
I am sweating exclamation marks.

I start running, faster faster
faster! I need to get out,
need to go quickly. Streets,
a never ending maze of macabre cement.
I cry a river of full stops.

I fall down on my hands and knees.
Why can't I get out?
I open a door;
Another dead end.
I cut myself on forward slashes.