Stockholm

you gave me the

keys

but i’d rather

stay on the

ground.

i like my bars

they keep me safe.

i like your arms

they make me cry.

i eat moldy crusts of

bread

and drink out of your

hands

because you make me

beg.

you asked me to leave

because i am slowly

disappearing

but i have nowhere else

to go.

there is nothing

left of me.

nothing

waiting for me

when i step out of

this dark cell.

the sun will

burn my eyes

and the stars

will hide

because i have forgotten

what they look like.

you make me so sad

and i still don’t

wanna go.

please don’t make me

go.