You make me feel small and unwanted. Why do you keep me around? If I could run I would. But your cold hands are around my neck, squeezing just hard enough to cripple me but never kill me. I beg you to let me go, even kill me. I hate you so much and you like that about me. You drain me to the point of no emotion. Im nothing. No soul to fight with, no heart to help me, no brain to win.
But there are some. Some beautiful angels who protect me in the shadows of the monsters. With their cold hands on my neck I feel your warm whispers in my ear. I will keep fighting for you. Each gasp is for you. Each tear is for you. Each scream is for you. I will die for you. I do all of this becuase i know one day I will escape. And you and i will run. Run nowhere and go everywhere. We will have our souls our hearts our brains. I will run from the monsters forever as longs as your warm hand is in mine. I will hold your warm hand, warm heart, and warm soul forever. Then one day we will be strong brave free. We will fight off our monsters together. We will be in the shadows, we will hold their throats.
To the monsters: How stupid you are to think you are winning. You hold my throat, you see my tears, you hear my pleas. But i promise you behind these eyes Im fighting. you will NEVER touch my angels, you will NEVER have their throats. I will defeat you, I will kill you.
Have your fun now, but you are creating a monster within me. Dont be scared, take pride in your work.
Love Molly (the not so defeated one)
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