An endless stream of emptiness that i can't escape became common
My bed became my prison
My punishment, hasnt come
Anxiety kills me as silent as cancer
The walls of my prison is painted with depression
Sleep never proper yet was the closest escape
A prisoner to my thoughts is what I became
The prison guards outside laughing at me are my demons from the past
There isnt a window or any sort of escape
It feels like a life imprisonment
Just hopes of getting out early as an award to good behavior
But here good behaviour is just pretending to be okay
A good behaviour thats never rewarded
