Pathetic Poetry

Always sitting or laying, Between these concrete walls, Praying, That god gives me something today, Anything, Just listen when I say, That I feel so down, So down it's pathetic, Trying so hard to Accept this for what it is, Poetic, So many emotions, Feelings, Thoughts intruding my head, Somehow I went, From feeling so alive, To feeling so dead, How can this be, That I'm used to this, Why does it feel so good, To punch these walls with, Bleeding fists. I can't even cry now, It's been so long since, Looking up into the sun, Closing my eyes behind this, Fence, I see freedom as an object, Unable to obtain, Marking down the days, With the pencil, I use to express my pain, This pathetic poetry of mine, My only escape from here, But hope is needed so much, But it's on thing I've come, To fear, Because it's only become, Something of a let down, Because freedom is, Something, That just never comes around.