feelingtrapped
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Trapped. In my own skin. Caged. But then I see you. You look like freedom. A way out of this mess, and I so badly want that.
The deep, agonizing thoughts swarm around my head as if they are bees.The dark memories cloud my brain to the core, keeping me from seeing the reality around me.
You’re too cold to be real
The earth didn’t treat you like her child
No she didn’t want you
So now you hold me too close
You grasp at my flames
But I’ve been sleeping on the ocean floor
My heart you framed with gold
My teeth you molded out of the finest jade
But what is it worth to me?
When I can’t speak
And my dreams you oiled down
