Cages

My heart pumps scarlet blood the same way it used to,

And my head traps all the monsters who used to abuse you.

I tend to forget some names, but I never forget faces.

When I think of his, my heart breaks and then it races.

We are all put in cages, yet mine came with a key.

It is up to me to decide if it is a gift or pure misery.

I feel the blood rushing to the surface as I breathe in.

Some people like their rage, but I am done with the feeling.

Still, my chest never lets me down, it tells me I need it,

And my skull jails horrors, but I still go and feed it.

I forgive others, yet I never dare to forgive myself.

My demons will clap when I fall from the highest shelf.

-Jackie