The Prison
The Prison
The walls of the prison that you put me in,
They are covered in blood,
From the pain that you gave me,
The lies that you told me,
Are all in my head,
Floating around bothering me.
They make me angry!
That is why you put me in this prison so you don�t suffer.
You don�t want me to ruin your day,
So you threw me in a prison,
Of pain,
Of suffering,
The wall covered in blood from every lie you told me.
Every time you lie I suffer.
I suffer with thoughts and actions.
Why must you do this to me?
Please stop!
By Rhi