Smoke Break

Where am I?

How did I get here?

Suddenly the fear is near.

The pain is severe.

Hour visitations.

Limited in thought.

My soul can’t be bought

but did I already sell it?

I can’t remember.

I don’t smoke but I need a smoke break.

I need to let my head escape from this room.

From this place filled with gloom.

This may be my doom.

Conversations with others like me.

Searching desperately to be set free from this misery.

Telephone booth conversation.

Frustration.

I don’t smoke but I need a smoke break.

I need to plan my escape.

I think it is already too late.

At least, I like my roommate.

Take the drugs or stay forever.

Sever your mind and in time you’ll find redemption.

‘Depression will no longer control you”, they say.

But why do I still feel this way?

I don’t smoke but I need a smoke break.

I can’t take this anymore.

Let me out the door.

There’s about to be war.

Freedom doesn’t exist here.

God, let me disappear.

Rules and regulations

Expectations.

Puzzles and drawings

I saw things.

Don’t let your emotions show

or they’ll never let you go.

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