Prison

I sit here in loneliness and despair,
While the only thing that accompanies me are these four walls.

As I rot and waste here,
I am going crazy with despair and fear.

No one hears,
The silent screams of my tears.

I did not do it,
That's all I say.

I can hardly breathe,
But no one hears my suffocating yelps.

My tears burn against my cheeks,
Feels like blood pours down my cheeks.

My hands are black,
Just like my face.

My hair is till my back,
Just like my nails.

I am not a witch,
I am not crazy.

Air runs away from me,
I can't run or sleep.

I don't want to die,
But no one listens.

There are just these walls staring at me with pity,
As I sit here wasting away.