Prison Cell
Never had a mom,
Dad was never there.
Orphaned in my own home, I'm lost and scared
My home is broken,
I find no comfort.
Locked in my room.
Ashamed of myself,
Lost in my own thoughts of death and corruption.
And no one ever cared,
Without escape,
I walk alone.
So here I sit in this prison cell,
Choking on their poison.
Silence so loud, I am deaf.
I want to live, not die of restrictions.
Dwell on the past,
Plan to die.
Just to fill the void in my heart.
But I won’t give up; I won’t die here and now.
Copyright © Kendra Meier | Year Posted 2007
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