Echoes Of Known Pain Poem by Ananya G

Oh please, don't try to pull me out
I'm fine here, perfectly fine and emotionless
Yeah, you say, 'It's cold here, come with me'
But I don't wish to come, I'll be here
I can keep warm in this place
The thorns and thistles are known to me
They don't hurt the way they used to
You said you didn't like seeing me here
But everytime I come out
You push me back in
So...please, let me stay here
Out there, it's brutal- it hurts
I stumble and fumble until I'm back
Back to where I was
I start to think it's over, but again you say,
'It's cold here, come with me'
Although I know the consequence of coming out
I hold your hand with trust
Only to fall back in afterwards