Locked In A Cage
The feeling of not being cared about, the fact that you yourself doesn't care about. It's tiring not knowing where the care is, it's tiring not knowing where your heart it. Well, I know where mine is. Mine is locked up in a cage. Dis-connected from all blood vessels, all the pumps to make your skin a peachy colour, or a brownish colour, or even both.
The feeling of hatred, and depression replacing the heart of love. The darkened red inside your body, the vessels flaring everywhere spewing blood. Feeling like your insides exploded at once. Your mind hurts from the abuse. Over-doing thinking. Causing murderous thoughts, and suicidal missions, that end in failure. The key to unlock the cage swallowed by the mouth of a 40 year old male, whose missing his two front teeth due to the fucking tobacco mud. As he forces himself onto you.
