Sometimes i sit and wonder how lond i've got to go. <br />While outside the world passes by, in here it go's so slow. <br />Three months feels like three years. <br />And i havent yet done one. <br /> <br />While some girls are doing days, <br />and some girls are doing months. <br />Some girls are doing years to life, <br />and have nomore tears nor fears. <br /> <br />O how i wish i could excape from this prison i'am traped in. <br />Away from theres bars and four walls. <br />While these screws are shuting us in, and locking our doors. <br />These cold steel windows, and cockaroch filled floors. <br />It's a day in you're greens, and one day down and so many more to go. <br />And the day will come when they let you go home. <br /> <br />But some girls have nothing, jail is all they know. <br />But i don't wont this life, i wish they would let me go<br /><br />ashleigh reilly<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jail-3/
