iam_elchoko
You have no motivations
You are always in isolation
Your mind is like a ceiling fan with a damaged switch
You have no control and you fear one day it will unhitch
You’re are in complete bondage
You are a hostage
You smile more in front of people ’cause your tormentor likes to stay concealed
You develop an affinity for jokes to make sure they are convinced
But then you weep for hours on end when you’re alone
Suicide is the only way you see out of this black hole
You want to scream for help but nobody would understand
And if she found your lifeless body would your mother understand?
There’s no hope, no ambition
You don’t wanna have conversations
Sometimes your torturer goes away for a while
Your leg is out the mouth of the crocodile
The air is fresher
Colors are brighter
But you can’t help but wonder
When next it comes back to cumber
Can you fight on or just give in?
’cause whether it’s coming back is a given
And last time, you came real close to concession
Is the next time when you become another that was lost to depression?
