Emotional Overload
my freedom has been taken away
from the beautiful things i cherish
if im unable to give my love to you
my heart will surely perish
these walls have faces and they're laughing
i have no serene view
i lay awake, tears burn my face
my only thoughts are of you
i'm hiding behind my fears
pretend im not in pain
but im hurting, god im hurting
i go to the chapel and pray
i have never believed in you GOD
cause of all the s--t ive been through
just an image in a cloud
but that day i talked to you
i think maybe im going bloody mad
this place makes you that way
commit the crime, do the time
isnt that what they say
in the wagon on the way
i bit my nails till they bled
im rocking back and forth
biting into my own flesh
behind your f----g doors
the screws would yell out
7.30 night time lock up
thats when the tears come flooding out
i have entered the unknown
im not liking what i see
strange faces just staring
welcome to my reality
murder,drugs, non payment
we're all in here for what
to mess our heads up even more
a feeling we are left to rot
this place holds too many memories
we fake our few smiles
im spoken to but im not listening
many crying like a child
this place is full of evil
but no one even cares
taking one day at a time
too many so unprepared
if anyone were to ask me
what its like to be inside
i wouldnt want to tell them
for themselves they'd have to find
Copyright © Lucy Campbell | Year Posted 2006
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