Serving a life sentence
In a prison
Of my own making
Chains on my wrists
Key in the palm of my hand
Staring at it
Unable to free myself
The walls are closing in
The sunlight seeping through the window
Getting further and further away
And I’m stuck here
Serving a life sentence
In a prison
Of my own making.
About 25 To Life:
This year has been weird for me. In a lot of ways I’ve grown more as a person than I’ve ever done before. But at the same time, I’ve experienced more heartache and pain than ever before too. It’s heartbreaking to see narcissism take over someone you care about and turn them into the worst version of themselves. And then to be stuck sharing a space with them because you can’t just abandon your parents when they need you most and are having health issues.
I used to think my twenties would be different but here I am still depressed and burnt out. And of course, there are aspects of myself and my life that I love. But sometimes I just feel stuck. I wish there was more. I mean, I’m only 28 I still have a lot of time to live the life I want. But sometimes the pessimism takes over and for whatever reason it’s really good at poetry lol. This isn’t me looking for sympathy, just trying to express some frustration in a healthier way.
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