Before I Become Anyone's Cage

Writers write. Fighters fight. Lovers fuck. And drug addicts look for their next hit. Imagine being all of it?

Fear pushes people away. No one will stay if they don’t feel safe. Fear poisons everything.

Poets hurt. Readers disappear. And fear spreads like a fire.

Burn me down.

I am tired of hurting.

Thinking myself into misery is one of my best skills. Mix in a little booze and I vent. Add in the weed to make me anxious. Sleep is the only relief. A shit job is the cherry on top. It’s no wonder some people pop.

I did this.

I ruined my relationship because I didn’t have control of my own ship.

Why do I do this? I hate it.

Burn me down.

Writers write. Fighters fight. Lovers fuck. And drug addicts look for their next hit. And I am no good at any of it.

My vices and my virtues and my virtues are my vices.

Pathetic. That’s the word you are looking for. Pathetic. Immature. Disturbed. Broken. Spiteful. Petty.

This is all so heavy.

What’s the price of real change?

Burn me down before I become anyone’s cage.

What’s the price of real change?

Promise me you’ll burn me down before I become anyone's cage.

CH 10/5/26