In the grip of a trauma bond so tight,
They convinced me they would kill me when I wanted to live,
To escape, I had to be willing to die a thousand deaths in one day,
The internal struggle more demanding than the initial trauma I relive.
A twisted dance with darkness, a psychopath's only way,
Nothing prepares you for survival quite like their time to play,
In the shadows of fear, where hope seems to fray,
Haunted by memories that never fade away.
The echoes of their words, a chilling refrain,
Promises of destruction, driving me insane,
Caught in a web of manipulation and pain,
Longing for freedom, but bound by the chain.
The scars on my soul, a map of despair,
Each mark a reminder of the torment I bear,
In the depths of my being, a silent prayer,
For the strength to break free from this nightmare.
A battle within, a war of the mind,
Fighting for peace, for solace to find,
Lost in a labyrinth of doubt, completely confined,
Searching for a way out, a path to unwind.
Through the darkness I stumble, my spirit worn thin,
But deep in my heart, a flicker of light within,
A beacon of hope, a chance to begin,
To break free from the grasp of the trauma bond's sin.
So I gather my courage, my will to survive,
To face the demons that threaten to deprive,
Remembering the peace that I strive to revive,
And emerge from the shadows, finally alive.
