Never To Fly

September 22, 2012
Tears of blood trickle down my face
Once a heart now a hole takes its place

All my insecurities
All your spiteful words
They rip away my feathers
Keep me from flying with the birds

Mysterious scars on my skin
Put there as my secret sin

Robbed of my happiness
I plummet to the ground
And just like the dead
I don’t make a sound

Plaster on my sickly sweet smile
That keeps me happy for only awhile

Finally broken
Thoughts steel their way into my head
Like a roll of film
Of all the things I never said

I scare myself you see
I wish I wasn’t me

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