I forced it down my throat, swallowed every word. I've never felt close to good enough, A mere crumb is all I deserve. I handed you the metal cutters, time and time again. Forced numbness is so isolating....
"help, I'm so lonely."
Internal hemorrhaging, A slow death of empty. Empty words, empty memories...The emptying of me. You took the metal cutters and proudly held them high. Then you stabbed and cut and ravaged me. You took my vulnerable side.
Living as a hollow shell, merely just a ghost. Longing to feel emotions that crack my soul, that send shivers up my spine. You claim to me I'm strong and brave...'my you've grown so wise.' So tell me, how the hell do you not see the lost little girl inside?! I'm huddled in a corner, my blanket frayed to threads. I pick at it anxiously, over analyzing every word you said. Your silence becomes deafening, a sure slow death inside. But why would that matter to you when all you've done is hide. You made me carry a weight, a weight that wasn't mine. And it broke each bone in my body, taking all of me over time. It took my very essence, my soul, my silvery fibers. And it tied them in knots, a tangled ugly mess that even I can't decipher.
My bars rust more, the saline oceans eroding away their coating. The dark copper red liquid swirls galaxies around me. Is that my cage dissolving or is my heart just bleeding?