Death row

(i wrote this poem when i was 13 also)

my room is my cell
there are no secrets to hide nor to tell
the walls seem to be closing in
what is this pain within?
the floor is cold and gray
i wish death would take me away

there are no windows in my room
only darkness and gloom
the bars on my window are browned with rust
in my thoughts i\'m trying to clear away the dust
do i want to live? do i want to die?
i guess my whole life has been one big lie
should the truth ever be told to me?
should everyone keep lying so i don\'t understand so i don\'t see?

they are killing my friends one at a time
i hope, when i go i won\'t feel regretful, i want to feel fine
until then i\'ll have to wait in line

when people walk past me all they do is glare
and in return i give them a coldhearted distant stare
but i know they don\'t care
because i\'m on death row