Limeade

chains

it took a lot of hard work, pushing and trying and i was finally tiring.

A reoccurring bad dream,
Of never being that girl you wanted. Never trying hard enough. dragging

like im still where i always was and nothings changed.

Instead of sinking, in a sand of despair.
i became that better person, i craved;
to live like death was on the horizon.

At first i fell.

feeling trapped.
why can't i be the person im so deperate to be,
if I'm the only one in control of my life.

But then i stood
and
the chains that had shackled me for so long had finally loosened,
"but still a long way from freedom"
My chains rattled.