The dark finger of depression
touches my soul and has
brought me to that place
where nothing makes sense
and hope does not exist.
It is a place full of
tears, fears, and regrets.
It is the lonliest feeling
in the world.
You've been there too, I'm sure.
I am not alone in suffering
and despair.
I pray to God, you gotta
help my fly away.
I long to be lifted up
by you, the angels that
care. I yearn to be lifted
up on wings so I can go
above the storm clouds and
see the sunny skies above.
Tonight I sit in a cold, lonely cell
and sit, waiting for release.
This isn't fiction,
I am living the words
you're reading.
I am opening up my soul
to you, hoping that by
doing that it can release the
pain.

Jimi Dude
you are not alone
it is my cell next door

Let's hope we can steal the keys and break outta
this bitch soon!