My heart is my jail.
I can leave at anytime.
But chose not to because if I do I will hurt the people I love.
Tho the people I love put me in this jail.
Threw problems, cold hearted answers, life and the way we humans live.
I want to come out with out hurting a sol.
But you see it will never work out for my jail is to big.
So I will stay in this jail.
The jail is sound proof until my sol cries.
Then this shell of a person will cry for no reason.
Except for the empty hole were this heart use to be.
It isn't a heart anymore it's a jail where all my emotions are being buried alive in a bottle and sent to sea.
The sea is almost filled with these bottles of emotions.
Soon we won't have a sea
We'll have a tsunami of emotions.