Chained
Frozen and Tight
My Legs are bloody, I can see the stains on my old Hoody.
Hands are tired of banging on the walls, and seeing a little kid doll.
Throat is soar from yelling, all he did was ask for an answer I should've did the telling.
Chained
Stomach hurting from starvation, I'm so angry and sad all I can see is destruction.
Head bleeding from hitting me everyday.
Arm broken from fighting it day by day.
Chained
Yelling, Fighting helped me survive and got me standing here Today.
Now.... I can say im Offically, Willingly, Tiredly
UNCHAINED
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