The thing about jail is everyday feels like yesterday.
I read the Bible now, I'm at the book of judges, where Israel became unlawful.
Reading is the only leverage you get in here, well at least it reduces it pain
The pain of existing.
Breathing.
"Living".
The real prison isn't the walls and iron bars.
No it's the loneliness
It's the little voices in your head
It's your mind, turning into a cell.
Your thoughts are those of a psychopath.
In my time here I've realized that thinking is the problem
No wonder my cellmate sings all the time
But his singing is worse than
the food they serve here.
How ironic, humor seems to have stayed with me.
We get to shower once a week
Which is real fucked up if you ask me.
Silent, both my cellmate and i, staring at the filthy wall coz there's nothing to talk about.
And then you get the fucking chirping birds... Over n over again. Just reminding you of how unfree you are.
I gave up on trying to kill myself coz smashing your head in the wall isn't the easiest way to die.
It's too painful and slow like time, when you're an inmate.
Day 17/200.
183days, 5hours, 36minutes and 5, no 4 seconds left to go.
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Living In Our Past
PoeziePoems and short stories... Most wrote with teary eyes Poetry written by your fav couple; Psycho Knivex & Raysher li😇😇💕💖 I had to change the description since I always wrote them with her "Raysher li", my ex girlfriend. "Aaron", me myself and I...
