Locked away, in the walls of my mind. As the nights take over the days. And there's not much left inside. I find myself imprisoned in my own world. A self solitude. To dream is to escape. To free word I created. And it's all I have. Stare out as the world pa**es by.
Sitting, rotting, ready to die. Searching for an easy way out. Two more months to do with out. Anything, to call my own. I can't even leave my home. Not broken but oh how I can bend. When will this misery end. Solitude. Self solitude.