Cages

Broken dreams, allowing failure to intervene

It seems like I let him float in via my open window.

I put him in one of the many cages in this room.

It's the verbal abuse that the others fail to understand.

I looked all around, saw my father mistreat my mother,

He shattered me completely by putting a knife to her throat.

I'm in a situation where I have to remain silent, but the trouble is that I have no idea what is hurting.

Please pay attention as I tell you what transpired.

Do you notice the other sick kids with the green scrubs on?

I was nothing but a Kid who was innocent, I behaved- but was still punished and that’s what I didn’t get.

These halls trace me back to recollect what has irrevocably injured me.

Look, all I asked of you was for one single visit; that painful memory will always remain in one of my cages.

You never visited, which is why the tears drenched these pillowcases; I'm buried alive with an eternal desolation.

I should just stop now; the question is- would I ever forgive you until the end of my time?

No, that's not the case; it's not that I don't forgive you; rather, what pisses me off is how you could have failed to show up.

 

Although you weren't the only person who didn't visit me back then- you were also my father- would the agony have been different if I had erased that memory?

I do not need a depiction of a Father figure; I need a true remembrance of him.

Verbally abused, that's what the others don't understand.

Broken Dreams allow Failure to come in.

It's like I left my window open and let him glide in.

I have a cage for every unwelcome entity.

Fear likes to murmur my name, and Anxiety believes he's unique since I breathe him.

Depression is secretly shy, but she’s not the only one that is innocent

I should just give up now and let the past triumph since I'm buried alive with an unending desolation.

Nightmare thinks he's slick and tries to squeeze in, but the amount of keys I possess doesn't include him.

I made a sacred cage where I could cope, thinking that it would be safer to hide in there.

Broken dreams, allowing failure to intervene

Verbally abused, that's what the others don't understand.

These halls trace me back to recollect what has irrevocably injured me.

Up to Death,

You never uttered that you Love us, not even me

A Father-Daughter relationship is something that I will never have

I do not need a depiction of a Father figure; I need a true remembrance of him.

It took everything inside of me to not react at your Funeral

How could I grieve for the Man who was never in my life

I regret the fact that you and I couldn’t have one decent conversation

I waited and longed to hear those words- from your voice.

Since I haven't forgiven you yet- in fact, I detest the way I remember you

Don’t know if you could hear me or not, but did you ever Love us even if it's minimal?

Broken Dreams allow Failure to come in.

It's like I left my window open and let him glide in.

This chamber is full with cages; that's where I lock him up.

I have a cage for every unwelcome entity.

Fear likes to murmur my name, and Anxiety believes he's special since I breathe him.

Depression is secretly shy, but she’s not the only one that is innocent

I'm buried alive with perpetual desolation; my only regret is that we couldn't have a decent conversation.