Realities of Jail #4

Locked in a box.Blistering cold.Three cement walls and a steel door.You hear how your family misses you.You do not know what tricks your enemies will pull.Completely innocent.But no freedom.Yells and screams are the only music in here.You're given a pencil, paper and a single book.24 hours a day.Everyday.You wake up in the same familiar place.But it could always be worse.Depression isn't real. - Tate. . .