You know, I never actually got away?
I left those 4 walls long ago
But the friends I made while I was alone..?
Still keep me company inside my head
They remind me every day
That Im not capable of making good choices.
That it's safer to be alone, behind walls.
That crying is not just weak, but dangerous.
Because when people come inside,
They will hate you.
They will hurt you.
And worst of all,
They will never. Even try. To understand you.
You probably aren't worth the time.
Or even the space you inhabit.
You are possibly a vile and useless creature
Born to be wrong, and always sorry.
So don't be late
Don't defend yourself.
Don't cry - and if you do:
Don't ever let them hear you.
Don't say one ******* word,
Of one ******* thought,
Out loud. Ever.
Those are the rules.
And if you ever find yourself struggling
To follow those rules:
Stop breathing until it gets easier.
Its been years now, but...
I never actually left that room....
Those 4 walls came with me,
And I carry them inside every day.
On good days they keep me safe.
And on bad days they close in so tightly,
That it gets dark, and hard to breathe.
But on any given day?
I just feel... So **** heavy...
©pennamebreez
I wasn't allowed out of my room often as a child. Most of the time leaving my room was scary. Sometimes being in my room was scary.