The chains around my neck.
The ropes tied to my feet.
The duck tape stuck to my lips.
I couldn’t escape no one could hear me.
The chains were so tight, I bled for years no one could help me.
The ropes were rough, like razor blades leaving scars all over me.
The duck tape was tough, impossible to rip off.
Until he found me. He stayed, even in the darkness. He wouldn’t give up, his determination finally broke the chains free and the ropes fell into pieces.
The duck tape crumbled and I could hear my voice finally speak.
He saved me, and helped me break free.
I was able to breathe.