Sometimes I feel like I'm in a cage struggling to escape but little did I know that that cage was my mind. Like I'm crawling deep into my own skin, swimming through my own blood searching for something to free me from myself from the hell i was raised in. But there is no escape I'm stuck. Trapped in a box slowly filling up with water and for some reason instead of giving up I'm struggling for air fighting for myself. I never fight for myself so why now? What the point. What's keeping me here? I don't know the answer to that question I never know the answer to that question but I will continue to struggle until I can't take another breath. All the ones before you were just mistakes and distractions. A miss direction but you wouldn't know about that now would you? You wouldn't know what it's like to be broken and treated like a slave to the one you thought loved you the most in life. Miss directions turn into false hope of finding my way back to myself and away from heartache. All those mistakes and distractions were maybe what I needed instead of leading myself into a pathway that only lead to doors and more doors of fire and punishment from my own mind. My mind weakened me,put me down and still treats me like a caged animal. But will you be the one to save me?
