I'm back where I was.
I see the familiar stone walls covered with scratches, scripture, and graffiti.
The hideout from the noise.
Why listen to their gossip when you can listen to the water drip. He
My pain felt good here. no
told me
The cold ground calling for me to sleep in it's embrace. I
At the mercy of my own thoughts here. couldn't
Plenty of time to think.......or die leave without
dying first
Im going ______.
I'm back where I wanted to be.
Back home in my cell. you
don't know
My prison cell is my mind,
and the cell door is always open. anything about me.....
The prison with no walls. kill myself before time does
The prison with no Guards.
The prison with no rehab.
The Inmates love me here though.
They keep me plenty company here.
help yourself to your thoughts.
this is not a happy poem.
help yourself to your thoughts.
this is not a happy poem.
"Why listen to their gossip when you can listen to the water drip."
ReplyDelete"My prison cell is my mind"
ReplyDeleteyour writing amazes me, honestly every single post is incredible
"At the mercy of my own thoughts here"
ReplyDeleteAlso, nice use of Latin and shout out to google translate.
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