My life isn't mine anymore.
I've no control over how I feel.
the vines are too tight,
lethal to touch,
A light brush of a finger can cut deep enough,
for the thorn embeds itself into you
it's all over.
one moment You can be super happy
the next you are sad, and stuck.
I am stuck,
struggling to break free of the vines grasping me,
grasping my heart,
my life,
my soul,
my everything
I need to break free
I can't,
it's just so hard.
