You hold your grip,

It's rusted and scratchy

I'm bounded -

Bounded by the trauma

You have me tied up,

The shackles of a prisoner,

Detained by her empathy -

Too much love for her captor

Metal scrapes along my body,

Scarlett, itchy, raw -

Wounded, much like me.

I start to drip; I watch the blood and tears.

You break me more the tighter you grip,

Just let me go;

I am in shambles

Just let me go.

Chained,

Bounded

Detained,

Raw.

Let me go.