I look out,
From the jail which is mine,
Sometimes mental, sometimes physical,
I'm tired,
I'm weak
Others have endured more, I know
Turn me into a paper airplane
Let me fly free
Crumble me up
Let me be
For my days, keep going
I see no relief
Blindly I know, but none the less
No end in sight,
To stay and convey to those which I no longer know
or
To go and simply know the days are no longer pain