Home is where the bars are.

I can feel my world getting smaller.

I can feel the walls caving in.

I can hear the past catching up.

I can feel their presence within.

I can see what I am missing.

I can see where I want to be.

I can’t hide the fact that I’m lying

When I say that I am happy.

I can’t say where I will end up.

Or give a reason why I should stay.

It isn’t because of love.

For you no longer whisper my name.

I can feel my world getting darker.

I can see the walls turning grey.

Life will only get harder

Once my demons come out to play.