Warden in My Head

I built these walls with every lie,

Stacked them high ‘til they blocked out the sky.

I put the chains on my own feet,

Then begged for mercy I refused to keep.

Now I sit in silence, counting time,

With a voice in my cell that used to be mine.

The guilt don’t whisper — it screams like stone.

And the worst part is I’m never alone.

I’m the warden in my head,

Lockin’ doors I made instead.

No one else to blame this time,

Just a man behind the line.

I carved this cage with broken words,

And now I sleep beneath what I deserve.

There’s no guards, there’s no key —

Just the war inside of me.

I used to think I had the right,

To chase the dark and call it light.

But the mirror cracked one day too loud,

And I saw a face I don’t allow.

Now every prayer hits the floor,

Like a knock that God don’t answer anymore.

I built a kingdom, then set it to flame,

Now I wear the crown of my own shame.

I’m the warden in my head,

Lockin’ doors I made instead.

No one else to call it out,

Just a scream I buried down.

I made this bed with iron threads,

And now I lie in what I left unsaid.

There’s no judge, there’s no plea —

Just the weight inside of me.

I still believe in light...

But I haven’t seen it right.

And if forgiveness lives...

I’m not sure it’s mine to give.

I’m the warden in my head,

And I built my cell with dread.

No freedom sign, no open gate,

Just a soul locked in its fate.

I want to rise, I want to breathe —

But I don’t know who to be.

If this is hell, I know it well...

‘Cause I forged it all myself.