I don't always have the right words to explain how I'm feeling, but put yourself in my shoes, if you can. Everyday and every night, sitting alone in this hell with cemented walls can bring up old wounds.
The door in front of me is gated and locked
Not even a thousand suns can reach me.
Reading the letters of love ones repeatedly, hoping to get a visit soon
Before the end of me.
This cell sounds younger than I am
Having the same image
But guilty with innocence.
There's days when I want to go crazy and cut loose
But this rope is long away from home
The only thing that can help me through.
The emptiness is so dense, I can hear my tears hitting the concrete floor
Waking up to the voices of memories I once endure.
Praying one day that this door will open knowing that I won't come back
Oh God please hear my prayers, if I could I would take it all back.
Sleep is nothing to me anymore, what's the point if my dreams are fake.
But before I close my eyes, I pray the lord my soul to take.
The devil is here and wants what's left, but all I have is time, to fall on my knees to take one last breath.
Before I end this letter with shaky hands
Till pen meets paper, we'll meet again.
