Sep 28, 2021
Prison talk under the cut
The prison was mine, something i was really proud of. It was safety. Comfort. Gave me purpose and direction. Its destruction ripped a piece of my soul out of me. I know it was bad for me and it needed to be done but I was so fucking lost without it. After all that I had done in the name of keeping the prison secure... I felt like I wasnt allowed to go back to being a person.
Tommy was my baby, my sunshine, of course I mourned him... but the prison was a piece of my identity that was tainted and then stolen from me. Mourning doesnt even begin to describe what I went through.