If my fears are my prison
and my scars my wisdom,
I should be wondering
where's that happy ending?
The promised one
the searched one,
the one they told me I would get,
but ended up being myself
and with the bittersweet words of destruction,
and tears that streamed like they were running away.
If I knew,
if I just knew,
I wouldn't have trusted the one
who pushed me into this rusty cage.
YOU ARE READING
cages.
Spiritual❝We complain that we don’t have enough freedom, but as much as we deny it, we build our own cages.❞ [other #556 - 2/27/14 ● spiritual #93 - 02-15-14] [sequel ● side-story of monsters. they are stand alone, you don't need to read monsters first to r...
