I feel like I'm trapped in a cage,
I don't know what to do or say.
I dont know if I belong here,
If I want to really be here, do I deserve this?
Do I really deserve this pain,
This heartache that seemingly chokes me.
Chokes me harder than what he does.
Yes this heartache strangles me, gets into my veins,
And pumps through them, pulsing my every intention
To harm myself, or someone else.
It gets such an embrasive and tight grip on my esophagus
And makes me claustrophobic.
My pumping heart beats a little off,
Not your average 'happy to beat' kind of heart.
No, this one is a little less enthusiastic,
This heart has felt hurt, it's a little torn,
Sewn back, torn again. metaphorically speaking.
This heart is lifeless.
Let's look down shall we? Take a peek at the scars,
Why don't you lay me down, lift up my shirt,
See every scar that has engraved itself into my back.
The memories won't ever fade.
I mean, scars, they come and go,
But their roots have carved a painful memory in me forever.
Another reminder of the failure I'm believed to be.
My heart thumps like a hammer on cloth,
As I try to forget yesterday.
Anticipating the day his anger takes over again.
