Stockholm Syndrome
The palms of Pain press into my arms,
Pulling me away from the warmth of the sun.
Her frozen fingers burn my flesh
Cracking my skin to a blistering mess.
My feet fight for freedom
And my mouth screams for help,
My throat bleeds and my bones break
As my lungs simply melt.
My snapped ankles leave me trapped,
And choking up blood is becoming too much.
I succumb to my fate and fall to her touch,
Then lie in the warmth of her arms.
Overwhelmed and overcome,
I yield to a mirage.
My exhaustion becomes my oasis,
And my depression mimics true love.
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Anxiety & Apathy: A Collection Of Poems
Poetry- A Collection Of Poems - I tear myself to pieces And hope to be whole. ⚠ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠ Contains imagery and subjects of: - Self harm - Suicide - Disordered eating - Mental illness
