Prozac nation, suffocating in frustration while trying to save myself from the life of living under four black walls alone in isolation. i try to scream subliminaly but no one can hear me- thoughts running through my mind i see my life coming to an end with no hesistation to regain a sense of purpose for the pain. impulsive behaviors will lead me to incarceration before i get the chance to reconciliate with myself. the past is all over me, all under me and inside of me manipulating my mind to believe this interpretation of my life is the one in which i die.