Until you been arrested and spent endless days in jail, and walked a 1000 miles without leaving your cell.
Until you’ve lost your family and you’re utterly alone and you tried to seek comfort, to find out it was left at home.
Until you face the judge and entered your guilty plea, and heard them screw up words you won’t be free.
Until your days turn to months and months turn into years and you’ve stayed awake at night shedding endless tears.
Until you’ve lost all hope and dreams you’ve ever had, and you fight to keep your sanity and the only fear is you’ll go mad.
Until you’ve blown every chance and opportunity given, and wake up in that cell like “why the heck am I living”.
Until you’ve gone through all these things and lost all human will, you can’t look at me and say you know just how I feel.