I have so much trapped inside of me. I am so angry with what I did to myself. I never thought of the consequences of playing the game, I only sought the prize that was just out of reach. Now I must face the truth of life in a cage. I am living in an 8 by 11 foot room. I wonder if anyone will be coming to see me soon. I want to do better but I have lost all hope. I am not sure how much longer I can cope with the problems that are all around me. I am still surrounded by hustlers you see. There are just a little closer to me than when I was in the street. I now have nowhere to run but inside of myself. Oh lord will someone please give me some help? The true cost of my situation is finally kicking in, I am not the only doing time, it is also my family and friends. Those who thought they could depend on me, now they have to bear the burden of my misery. This torment is about to drive me insane. Will someone please tell me that they can fill my pain?
Prison is not a game. There are real consequences that you must deal with. We have a broken system and it must be fixed. Some people are monsters but a majority of them are not. They are just people who made a mistake and now everybody pays the price.