My heart has ben bound, tangled in thorns.

hands tightly strapped with shackles,

tender wrist from the metal rubbing on my skin,

Bruised knees and an aching body.

I slowly trapped myself in this place, a place only bound by my feelings.

My heart beat slowed, with each expansion I felt pain.

 I tried so long to hide my feelings,to be perfect, to satisfy others before myself. I screamed for help, to only here echos breach the ceiling.

Tears ran down my face as if they were crystals, I watched each one roll off my cheeks as they hit the ground and shattered.

I was lost, bound in a place because of my own feelings and imperfections. I was shouting for help,wrapped in thorns,chained with shackles, I was simply hiding from myself.