Trapped
In their head... It's cold inside my head, where my demons reside, trapping me within this body of mine, but the iciness doesn't make me shiver anymore. I turned seventeen two months ago, full of hope that I'd finally be freed. And it's been thirty-eight days, three hundred and sixty-four minutes and forty-two seconds since I left that God-forsaken house and moved into my dorm but nothing. -Keenan Constance (From Unsplash) The door has my name on it, Delphine in delicate black cursive, but I know it doesn't belong to me. Not completely, never completely, how could it, for I myself belong to intruders turned tenants. They tell me I'm naive, they tell me I'm worthless, they tell me I'll get hurt because I deserve it. I'm trapped in my head but it seems eerily safe now. I do what I'm told. Numb and Distant, Numb and Distant, Numb and Distant and that's what I've become. These "Demons", they hold me captive simply to