Stockholm Syndrome

Freedom comes at a cost,

A cost i will not pay.

A cost of losing all I’ve known and all you’ve come to say.

Freedom is an option,

A choice i will not take.

Because when it comes to you

These chains i will not break.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Tamika]

WOW. I adore this!!! This so bloody good! This is exactly what I am going through right now as well, and it feels like nobody else understands the struggle! I couldn't thank you enough for uploading this superb poem! I cannot fault it, and it has made me feel less alone so congratulations to you! You have such amazing talent, well done and keep up the excellent writing!