Personal Prison
In a prison with no way out setting, crying, trying to think of a way out.
No one deserves to have to listen to fighting everyday. In a prison with no way out with everyone saying your feeling sorry for yourself, why cant you see that there is a prison surrounding me? Screaming at the top of my lungs trying to get threw but scared to tell im stuck in a prison with no way out.
Copyright © Rachel Driver | Year Posted 2011
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