Prison Sentence

Prison Sentence
Marks on a stick,
Just to pass time
Marking my days
In this cold dark cell:
Count’em.

One
She never thinks
I have problems too
She doesn’t really care
It’s all about her.

Two
It can only get worse
Rejected yet again
By the one person
I actually thought cared.

Three
I am completely alone
But I don’t understand
Why you twist the knife
And pull the fresh stitches.

Four
No one notices
I don’t matter to them
They have their own
Shit to deal with.

Five
The day gets darker
Or is my vision is fading?
Never mind, this is better
I finally feel like myself.

Marks on a stick,
Just to pass time
Marks on my arm
To feel like myself
Marking my days
In this cold dark world:
Count’em.