Inktober – Day 18 – Trap

Do you remember

The first time that you fell for a trap?

The promises of never-ending love

And the sweet whispers 

Telling you how special you were?

Do you remember when you slipped

And fell into the trap,

And suddenly

You were too far down

To climb back up again?

The promises were lies

And the whispers were threats

And suddenly,

You were nothing more

Than a shell of the being 

That once stood so tall…