Enough

I fight for freedom but I don't really want to win. I cannot smash these chainlinks, only corrode at them with my tears. Each step I take away, you drag me back to you. You only want what. you. can't. have. When I offer myself on a silver platter, you turn your head away. But when I struggle you pull me closer, closer. Slowly I am choking, choking. Deja vu, I recognise this scene, I have walked these paths so many times. Over and over and over again. I struggle free, like a butterfly from a spider web, only to become entranced by the glittering strands again. You build me up only to watch me break along the same fault-lines. I am damaged goods but I am yours. F r a c t u r e d. This time I mean it: enough is enough.