I’m held hostage.
Not by a person nor a thing.
Im held hostage by my thoughts
my thoughts that dance around my mind tying me to each corner of the room.
Locking me in and blocking me out.
These thoughts that torment me , abuse me wear me down until I’m nothing but my shivering vulnerable frame.
It’s these thoughts that created the scars on my body.
These thoughts that made it impossible for me to go out :not because I couldn’t and not because I didn’t want to but because I was being held hostage.
So I’m sorry I gave up on us but don’t you see, I also have given up
on me