When nothing feels safe.
A haven doesn't exist.
But it never did.
Inside or out.
Restless and wrecked.
The dark and light collided,
And the terror subsided.
All that remains is that empty feeling.
A draw out pain, a hollow wound.
Left without longing but ever so needy.
Now is she worthless and wasted?
Value dropped and sedated.
Perhaps now trapped with the ties you use.
The barbs that dig in and cage you created.
But still not caring if it runs you through.
I don't mind if fall apart this time.
Only that it will drag down those fences.
The only ones that hold up precious defences.
The ones that protect, the ones that give out value.
To everything and everyone all around me
Monday, 30 March 2026
Unsafe
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