silkysalspam1-50037545 @silkysalspam1-50037545
The walls of this cell are suffocating me. They're closing in on me with each passing day. I've lost count of how long it's been since I was locked up here. Time feels like an eternity. My body is weak from lack of sunlight and fresh air, but my mind is the one that's truly suffering. The memories of what brought me to this place still haunt me.
I remember the night I got into a fight with another inmate over a cigarette. She had been eyeing mine all day, and when she finally took it from me, I lost my temper. In the heat of the moment, things escalated quickly. Now, I'm facing charges for assault.
The other inmates seem to have given up on life. They're just existing, not living. It's like they've accepted their fate. Not me, though. I still hold onto hope that someday I'll be free from these walls and start a new chapter of my life. Until then, I'm stuck here, pouting in this cramped cell with nothing but my thoughts for company.
My double hair braid hangs limp and dirty down my back, a stark contrast to the vibrant red color it once was. The orange jail shirt and pants are starting to lose their brightness, but they still represent the harsh reality of my situation. I feel like I'm slowly losing myself behind these bars.
It's hard not to let hope slip away when you're surrounded by the constant reminders of your own failures
