Tattoo the Number 22 In Capitals On My Back

Currently I find myself confined To 1 room my bedroom In the 3 bedroom house I presently own or should I rather say have to repay the mortgage on Because although for the countless many times she says she cares her actions provide lasting proof she quite obviously does not She only ever seems to care when if I don't and therefore effects her Now when I leave or come back in I enter not through the side door But through the front door which has barely ever been used or opened before At my bedroom resides at the top of the stairs that when I climb them creak which really defines it's actual true age A place called number 22 i bought in essence I thought I could call my own very home Which once upon a long , long time ago represented a fairytale come true that besides pride , joy , happiness a all encompassing safe space So funny now how upon looking back today each and every passing day I further begin to see it as a tightening rope around my neck strangling and smothering me to death And all I now want to do is leave this place of ever increasing misery behind as soon as is humanly possible So at least I still have a few of some of those my most cherished favorable memories left to take with me Before they are taken from me and tainted forever and slowly ebb away till finally they are long gone So get me out of here as soon as possible for heaven sake or mine please Whilst I still want or wish to have the Number 22 Tattooed on my back Before the Number 22 eventually becomes placed beside or added in the pantheon Of so called other named unlucky numbers such as the infamous ilk of the dreaded 13