Uncomprehending
There's nowhere in the world safe enough for me to say what I am. Dying to say what I need to say. No place for whispers. No place for screams. No place for love. Too many broken hearts. Too many broken promises. Too many shattered words. Unwanted, dead or alive. Vicious head cycles and self deprecating torture. Rusted angles of loathing. Freedom beyond these jagged bars? "I know why the caged bird sings" Before I die. Before I die. I'm begging you, before I die.