Drugs

I havent saw the light of the sun, am sitting here in the coldness. With many people around me. We want to get out but we cant we shall cry day and night missing our family. We havent saw our family for years and months, all we were able to see and hear their vocie is off a phone and on the t.v we communicate with. I always wish to see them again but sometimes we cant I want life to go back since the day I was born but it cant. I want to have the opportunities that many kids have today but I started to smoke weed i thought it was cool but not no more, I quit school at age 12 and now am in jail. I just dont want you to end up here were i am now. Drugs is not going to take yhu no where. And now i should die here alone...