Chasing Me Chasing You

An uncollared submissive struggling through depression, motherhood, and the constant craving of her next orgasm.

Broken

I am broken.

A bird with a song unspoken.

I reach out, happy to be owned.

The support I receive keeps my depression postponed.

But how long can I continue to lean on you?

Even though I try and appreciate all you do.

How can slave demand so much?

Requiring your time; using you as a crutch.

I wish I could see what you see in me.

So that I can be what you need me to be.

My mood keeps winning and brining me down.

An endless fight, with a constant frown.

I want to be stronger, a better reflection of you.

All I feel is weak, there is nothing I can do.

My bones feel soft and brittle, they break with every step.

You hold me together, even as I wept.

I hold onto my collar and muster a smile.

When inside I feel like a smoldering pile.

I have so much to offer, so much to give.

But there are not chances in every life we live.

Regardless, I need to be stronger and better for you.

But inside I am broken, hopeless, and lost too.

 

Wicked Wednesday

5 Responses to “Broken”

  • Marie Rebelle

    This is so beautiful! I’m sure he doesn’t mind being your crutch when you need it;

    *hugs*

    Rebel xox

    • Rye

      Thank you. He doesn’t mind, but hate making him feel like he has to.

  • Dawn

    We all need someone to lean on sometimes
    *hugs*

  • Flip

    Allow yourself to gain strength from him, to hold you up if needed, and don’t feel guilt for asking for his help xx

    • Rye

      I’m not even sure why I feel guilty, but I do. I feel so weak. Like I should be able to deal with everything.

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