Pretty Prison

In this prison with pretty walls,
I have yet to see the light.
As I press on to the end,
It's completely out of sight.
I fake a smile and a laugh,
To pretend that I'm alright.
But inside I am dying,
As I'm praying for the night.
How I want to slip away,
From the cold and bitter bite.
I close my eyes,
For I'm to tired.
Not quite ready for this fight.
A little bit thinner,
It's how I get by.
My little secret,
Some way to die.
Now what is left, I try to forget.
Except the scars, are to permanent.

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