I'm held hostage with the thoughts of a life without you.

I'm held hostage with the demanding words you've given.

I'm sickened by what I see lying dead in front of me.

The world turning slowly, till finally coming to a halt.

"Why?" I cry out, my voice echoing in the emptiness around me. "Why have you done this!?" I scream with ever tear that streams down my face. "What have I done to make you want death for me!!" I tremble, the rope digging into my cold flesh.

I sit here, held hostage. By every thought, and every word.

Hostage at the thought of being without you.

"Who's that shadow holding me hostage I've been here for days..." -Stockholm Syndrome

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