Lonely, quite, and cold,

I write to you to kill time.

Missing you every second of the day,

Dreaming about you in the night.

Longing for the day to breathe free air,

And to wrap my arms around you once more.

But these bars hold me here today,

But the past has returned to haunt me.

Taunting what I had wished to leave behind,

And you is all I have left.

The day for me to leave is near,

For you to forever be in my heart.