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Prisoner

im stuck in my thoughts, im trapped in this padded box. i hear the voices in my head, while tears start to shed. locked in this cell, im living in hell. shackles and chains god please take away my pain. orange jumpsuit, lack of food, my oh my its too soon. selling my soul, its eating me whole. all this pain is getting old. crying for help, but theres no one around, no one can hear a sound. im a prisoner, ive done so much wrong, i cant stay for long. i scream and i shout, i need to get out! im too hurt to love, i cant accept the reality, can someone slap me awake. this pain i cant take, any longer. i struggle, my chains clatter, i cant do much, my heart starts to shatter. is it time to give up? i feel like im going to throw up. i throw myself against the wall, im offically loosing it all. my mind isnt straight, oh well who can you blame. i am the prisoner and my mind is the cell, oh but sadly you cant tell. i need to break out of this living hell.

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Date: 5/5/2016 1:46:00 AM
Mikeala Christine, this is an awesome poem, thank you for sharing. --SKAT
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