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.