I'm locked inside this prison
It's dark, and I feel battered
I'm caged inside this prison
Labeled a Freak—
with a spirit that's been shattered.
They think I am damaged.
They see I am so broken.
They're afraid of my rage.
They're concerned that I might choke them!
So that I can escape!
And then I can be—
Alive and resilient
And breathe and be free!
But, truthfully
I know that this
Will never ever be
These drugs are a prison.
And I feel I've been enslaved.
They cause tremendous weakness—
I don't feel resilient
I don't feel brave
I fall to my knees,
As I beg for my escape.
These drugs—they kidnapped me
And I'm forced to face the stakes!
I try to muster the strength.
I wrestle for my life.
But I still feel the stab internally
Pierced with the sharpest knife.
So, here, I do surrender.
To the drug once more, this time,
Yes, here's my story's summary—
Indeed, I crossed the line.
I desperately surrender
One more time again
In this world, I won't remember,
I am facing it; the end.
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