Another night without any mail,
it's starting to feel as if no one cares.
In here all on my own,
hoping someone picks up the phone.
What happened to all who were so close,
the ones that said "I'll miss you the most"?
If that's how they feel, I can't tell,
I only want to know if they are well.
I guess I am asking to much,
for them to show a little love.
But I'm alright and it's okay,
When I get out it will remain the same way.
Only I'll be the one who doesn't care,
and they'll wonder why I'm being unfair.
That's when I'll let them know the pain it caused,
Not to get a letter from them while behind bars.
Written in Mayo Correctional Institution.
