I am a slave.

plecosaur: promises when you are locked underground and the only light you see are of free people are hard to keep
plecosaur: you know you are a slave. you know are are the least in society, the shuned the worst of any kind of person
plecosaur: slave to depression. to anxiety. to life.
plecosaur: the pain someone with mental illnss suffers is like whip scars on your back, scabbed, half-healing and each time you make it out into the daylight you get whipped again, for not understanding, for making mistakes, but most of all for being yourself. You bleed, you can't even cry anymore, just silent tears you are shoved into your hole to to live out your life as a slave, rejected and refused and spit upon by those that walk by each day refusing to care or even understand.