This prison holds me down,
crushing my spirit into a dusty oblivion.
I’ve learned to become cold and uncaring; heartless.
This cell cages my rage and frustration.
Oh, how I do despise it all!
I have been beaten and withered to an unhuman state, where all is red and that of spite and hatred.
My body is weak and in the dark I allow my cries to go unheard and uncomforted.
I will never br freed.
Silenced by my fear
and abused by my anger.
My heart lies on the floor ripped into pieces.
And I once again become numb and helpless,
locked in this forsaken hell.