Sitting here depressed alone in my cell wondering what went wrong why did I end up in HELL.
Glad I’m alone so no one can see the pain and hurt that has been bestowed upon me.
Hoping I’ll make it through what now I have to call my life to make it out before I die.
All the meds in the world could not bring me up. My husband and children are not in my life.
So I sit and I rot from the inside out. Inside this hell I can not get out, Sit alone and cry at night just to get up and repeat my now so called life.