Trapped trapped inside this body this mind. You want to be ok but you can't you just want to hide and cry. The pain the stabbing searing stinging pain. Wanting to run but not wanting to move. Knowing you can't escape your only rescue knows something is wrong but doesn't know enough to help.

          It's like there's iron bars between between you and safety. The one with the key doesn't know what's wrong. You don't want to scream for help because they will think you're weak.

         Weakness your biggest fear is them seeing you as a weakling. You know in your mind you are weak and falling apart. But the strong one doesn't know how to help. You're alone all alone, the ones that know don't know how to help you.

        You're terrified you scream but they don't hear you. You hit the bars and try to get help. They still don't hear you, time is running out the end drawing ever near.

Something sharp comes below the bars and hits your foot. You pick it up because it cut the lace of your shoe. It's a open pocket knife with a two inch blade that is gleaming in the dull light.

You grip it's wooden handle tightly in your hand. You try to close it but it won't work you, and you beat the bars with the back of the blade trying to get their attention. They don't look they just stand there clueless.

           You try to throw the knife away but you can't let go or put it down. You need some sort of slippery substance to let go but you can't no you won't. You try to reason with yourself but it's fruitless. 

         You give in to the temptation and they act as if they can't hear your screams of pain. They are oblivious and are the only ones who can save you. You beg for help for safety or anything to stop this but it doesn't work.

         You fall deeper and deeper into this cage. But can't dig your way out you can only be pulled free. Many try to save you by talking to you and pulling at you but nothing works. You just sit there wanting freedom from this feeling of sorrow.

The only one who has the strength to save you walks past and simply asks "you ok?" You reply no and come up with a excuse as to why but you never tell the truth. You just hope that one day that you can get yourself free and can put this behind you.

They sit and talk to you still being oblivious as to your pain. All you want is for the people that can see it to help you but they can't.

          You're terrified they will never be able to look at you again if they found out.

You think end it now? Die a fast death? No not yet I can escape this!

They come in next to you and they pull you out of the cage. Then you bury your head in their chest and begin to cry thanking them over and over.

They take you to high ground saving your life from certain death. You don't know what put you in the cage originally but you are safe now.

You are a survivor all because they realized that you needed help.