My cell, my bed, my mind! why must I be confinded to this depression? Why can't I be my self? Cause I am always put in my cell. I to come out, but hell might brake lose. I try to say some thing but, I might not have a house tolive in when I shout my mouth. So in stead I stay in my depressing cell and keep my home. Why must I stay in this hell? Why does no one care? Please come reless these bars that confind me! Take this cell from me so I can be relessed from hell!!! help!!!
Reason for writing:
the way I feel
Birth sign: Aquarius
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