I am Locked Inside a Prison in My Mind

I had a dream I was happily at home. Then I woke up to the realization of where I really was.

I am locked inside a prison in my mind that I cannot escape from.

I have died while I am still breathing in a tomb above ground.

I had another dream I was happily at home. Then I woke up to the horrific realization of where I really was.

I am in a prison within a prison.

One is the prison inside my bipolar brain,

and the other is the prison cell I am locked up in, inside the Psychiatric hospital.

I am now double barricaded inside the prison in my mind.

I have died again, while I am still breathing in a tomb above ground.

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