A SUICIDE POEM I WROTE WHILE IN PRISON

I need to be free from these walls that surround me,

Thirty years without hope of parole, why don’t they just put me on death row.

Now to be in jail,

inside of jail.

Locked in this one SOLITARY cell.

This isn’t teaching me, ONLY BREACHING ME.

This is hell.

If I take my own life, it will be all right

Actually it will be quite the same who would have thought to some my life is a game

Torture is okay if you do it in justice name.

I have zero to lose zero to gain.

With all these feeling I’m going insane.

I’m running inside myself, like an exit-less house.

For this prisoner there is no escape, every strip search feels like rape.

I’d much rather be in a tiny box that gets lowered 6 feet into the ground.

I’m in a box to small to live in, too big to deal, I just want to give in.

I want to be where I can never be found.

Nomatter how pathedic this may sound death is where I’m going I am bound.