I’ve never been to prison but I’ve waken up and looked outside my four walls and felt trapped
Chained
Handcuffed
And stuck
Drag me across the metal dirty floor
Filled with hateful words and the 5th bottle of alcohol I almost finished last night
And I shock myself how I’m alive
I’m hungover on the vodka and all the dark moments my mind decides to wonder to
I want to run away
But I’m scared
But I know if I don’t I’ll just die a slow death or a fast one depending on the day
I envy those that can sleep for days while my body is shacking in pain that I wake up 4 times a night and my nights really begin in the early morning
Nothing good feels good anymore
Maybe nothing was ever good
I never felt happiness that didn’t die
When things die let them rot away
If I’m dying let me rot away