So much time has been taken away. Will I still be able to grow?
Will I remember how to develop being me again?
Living here is like a bad relationship, one that sucks you dry like the bad situation
you thought you could escape but ended up here.
You have come full circle and you are still at the same place.
Time to begin sensing what you want, not being told what you want, having feelings that are your own.
Will I know what to do when that time comes?
I will, I can, no one will ever kill me slowly again.
My home, my world, my life will begin again.
I will survive this.
Art: Untitled --KF