On a good day, I might spot a bird flying past the window. On a bad day, I can’t even raise
my head from the stinking mattress.
In the night, if I really strain, I can sometimes hear voices on the outside. During the
day, whenever I stop humming, I can’t help hearing the voices inside my head.
I love my family, so I want to see them. Because I love my family, I don’t want them
to see me in a hole like this.
Stitched up and locked down.
Doing someone else’s time.
Wish you were here instead of me.
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