Damaged

The Honest Truth.

I just want to die.

There I said it, as many trust and fails commiting suicide. I haven't been successful, others see it as a easy way out or not being brave enough to take on the world. When the world hasn't even taken a a chance on me.

The hugs keep getting bullied down day by day and the touch of love and warmth isn't knocking on my door anytime soon, I have had enough.

With tears streaming down my face at three in the morning to sleepless nights for weeks in a row my mind keeps me prisoner that torments me everyday that I breath and see these gray wall looking out a window only to see color of everything and every person.

As only one flower that blooms in the crack cement walls that forms in my mind that blocks my heart my happiness and my love. I tear it down cause I don't think I deserve it, Being told to do so buy the guards, and all the voices that are trapped I fear there isn't a way out. Most importantly no hope.

Once I was free, happy, and felt love once. Like a dog in a field chasing rabbits only for the rabbit to escape and being locked back into the cage of an abuser who never knows me nor where I've been, to represent the never ending cycle of chasing freedom or to chase what I've always known.