Trapped

Your broken body slumps against mine,
Holding on, grasping at me,
Trying to regain some of the life they sucked away from you.
You bleed out, cleansing yourself of your sins
You scream, blacking out their cries of blame
Your voice screeches in to the darkness
Reaching out for comfort that doesn’t materialise

Clawing at the walls that entrapped you
Falling in to the water
Drowning without much of a fight at all
Your skeleton like framed engulfed by the water that your lungs were drowning in
They blamed your innocent face for the crimes of a monster
They placed blood on your porcelain hands and imprinted them on the walls of your mind.

You were helpless and there was nothing I could do.
I tried, baby, please believe me, I did.
They called you up and told you to swear on the bible.
They called us both.
No matter how much you cried your innocence or how much you pleaded
They still persecuted you.
They ran after you with pitchforks and blades,
They wanted to desecrate your beautiful body,
To carve their guilt in your flesh

Your heart couldn’t find a reason to beat anymore
Their pain and their hurt imprinted on your soul
Throwing yourself in to the darkness
Grasping at the edges of reality,
Running away from it,

Far enough away not to see or feel your pain anymore.
But I felt it baby,
I felt your pain no matter how far I was from you
The knife they twisted in your back bled on my skin
Blood and pain engulfed your body
You were dying baby.

And then something happened,
The one good thing you could remember, after years of torture,
They let you free, they said they were sorry for your pain, even paid you money but you didn’t care
You fell in to my arms and clutched at my clothes willing yourself not to cry,
Not to let yourself cry in front of me, trying to will back time,

To reverse the years that changed you,
To take back all the tears and shame you had felt.
It was a distant memory now, for both of us,
The smiles and the laughs returned with the embrace that never ended.
I held your pain in my grasp and I’m going to carry it for you.
I’m going to hold your hand and hold you through the night
I’m going to bring your mind out of that cell baby
You may be free but your mind is still entrapped in the cell that imprisoned you.

You hate closets, you hate doors,
You hate everything that separates me from you
Even closing a door is hard for you now
I hate them for what they did to you,
They took you away from me then brought me back your corpse
What kind of justice is that?
I see your smile and the sheer effort it took you to form it,
I see the way you hide behind those clothes

There’s a reason they’re so big,
Protecting you from a world that stole your innocence.
Protecting you from the world that your broken body can’t bear to see,
That would dirty your porcelain skin.
This is new to you,
You’re not used to being cared for; you used to protect me,
The world thought that I needed protecting from the evil in the world,
That I was innocent and naive, couldn’t stand by myself without you by my side
They were right, I couldn’t.
But now I can carry myself and you.
I’ll protect you from the world.