And they are nothing but dreams,

We’re tortured, torn, and breaking down,

We’re ripping at the seams,

And the fragments of our memories,

They are nothing to them,



They were our poison,

Our slowly killing drug,

They made us sin,

They pulled the strings,

They made us bleed,



The crimson red of all our pain,

They wanted us to feel useless,

They wanted us to feel shame,

They wanted it to consume us,

They never wanted us to forget,



But we are stronger than they realize,

We can stand on two feet and refuse to be pushed down,

We can hold our hands to the skies,

We can find redemption in the shadows,

We can fight back,



There’s no need to subject,

We can cut their strings,

We aren’t their puppets,

They may be monsters,

But we are more than that.


(this is just something random that came to me one day)