¡ TRIGGERING CONTENT FOLLOWS ¡
contains themes of mental illness, self hatred, and abuse ( emotional / mental )

I'm trapped in your cage;
you're holding the keys,
and you're laughing at me as I reach for them.

The keys are in danger,
much like myself,
but there's no chance for escape,
no chance for help.

Help me,
because no one else will.
I'm mentally abusing myself,
but you are too,
yet I hold on to you still.

I've got this will to live
that you will never understand.
It takes all of my energy
just to withstand
everything you throw at me,
and you'll never stop.
I'm starting to think it's karma,
even when it's not.