Sometimes I feel as though I belong here

Blood is thicker than water, or so they say. Used, abused and taken advantage of; toyed with and lulled into a sense of hopefulness.

It’s like being at the end of a chain that varies in length, depending on the day. The chain follows wherever I go, but in the end it’s still attached to the wall and I’m caught in the shackles on the other edge.

Every time I think I can succeed and thrive without the heavy uselessness around my shoulders, I start to run, fly even, but in an instant I’m jerked back like a leashed dog and once again, I’m pinned against the wall.

Sometimes I feel as though I belong here.