I sit in my lonely cell, remembering what I cannot do, what the hell ! a lifeline of air pours into my head, to keep me from death, Drury Dreadful days of depression set in, it's a fight day after day, embracing loneliness, with heart filled despair, only with thoughts and feelings to share, laying here in the devil's lair, ending it quickly is a mortal sin, which I think I would fancy every day, thinking again and again, dying slowly my house is a cell, no bars to be seen, but is living hell, of course I have people here that I love, but I'm sure it'd be better, checking out, to go up above, I'm sure forgiveness would be there, I'm only here, struggling for air, giving what I have left, from the pages I right, until I climb stairs into the sky, I leave behind meaning that comes from inside, hoping you enjoy what's left, that I give with such pride, before I lay down for my last rest and i die.
©miker
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