Shackles

I can’t get away. I want to run away.
They are chasing me, haunting me, killing me
And am slowly killing myself
Because I let the demons win,
I look at myself in the mirror and let the tears fall
I begin to cry. All these years,
I have known nothing but hate
I have felt nothing but pain
I’ve always kept to myself, never
disclosed my pain with anyone
But in hiding pain so deep, it
comes bubbling to the surface.
Is that weakness? Or a crack in my iron armour?
I let myself break down, perhaps letting it out may help
Am not feeling strong.
It’s nice not to always be the strong one.
Maybe I need to give in to the people I love and trust
So that I won’t have the burden of the weight of the world on my shoulders
I hope it works
I hope someone helps me this time round
I’ve had enough of being trampled on
I don’t know how much more I can stand and honestly,
I can’t handle any more hurt.

~Misfit ~