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