I want to escape,
from this hellhole of a cell
The bars make it hard to breath,
The air stinks of blood and the jailers wrath
They do not seem to notice my constant torment,
I hide my tears,
Cursing myself for being weak
I fear my weakness will only bring them pleasure
So.....
I wait....and wait.....for the day
When I can cry till my hearts content.
A bit of an exaggeration,but this is how I feel during this time Trapped in my own house.....