The Cell

Here I am
Locked in here with my thoughts,
My mistakes making fun of me.
Slam
My memories have now joined the party.
They torture me until,
I succumb to sleep.
The nightmares have more fun,
Than anything else has had.
There's no way out of this mess,
Which my feelings made for me.

This poem is about: 
My family
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