Fifth day of my incarceration.

Fifth day of my incarceration. I've always felt trapped but never like this. I used to pled to live now i pled the fifth. I didn't expect it to end up like this. Always tried to cut my wrist now i try to touch a tree. Lost the feeling of being free. I'm surprised i can still count to 3. Going insane inside. To you i cannot tell a lie. Have to suck up what little of my pride that i have left. Its good to get this all off my chest. Before i lay down to rest for the last time. Its to dangerous to cry. Even well i fry. Sigh and think to myself finally i can leave this hell to go to hell. Wipe the sweat off my brow but it wont ever get me down.