Dying Inside

I’m dying inside
locked down in hell.
All these confessions
but who do I tell?

I can’t complain
because I’ve been forsaken.
I just want some peace and
replace all the Devil’s taken.

I could see doctors, be given a pill.
But I can’t help but wonder
would that even help me feel?

Now I’m sure it’s my fate
and struggle to stay alive.
Here I am a deathrow inmate.