mirage of free will and living person

I want to break out of this cage, I want to get free of this cage, I hate this bloody cage.. the bars are red.. painted with my blood so many times I've spilled it upon them... I want to break out of this cage of mine, why am I in this cage of mine? if only I could break out of this cage of mine, I am far too weak to break out of it.. I can only smash myself against the bars again and again and again and spill my blood and paint them red... will I ever be free?
and it feels like.. I am no use.. to anyone.. maybe a little use but nothing too important.. because of this cage.. because I am too weak.. too stupid.. too... a little girl.. too weak...
oh my god she is so beautiful