Jail

I have become a prisoner inside this skull of mine,
My jailers keep me locked inside without relief of mind,
The thoughts are bars that keep me tied to the cell was and I
Am nothing more than on my knees and begging for their mercy.
The thoughts won't leave or let me sleep or let me try again...
Instead the whisper nothingness all day and all the time.
They tell me I should run away and find another chance
That I'm still very young...
And I'm alone inside my jail with glances of outside
But I see you waiting at my door
You'll be there when I'm out.