You might aswell break
my already broken wings.
As it is I'm never going to fly.
The cries and shrieks mean nothing.
Wipe clean my heart.
The unheard whispers.
The warm breeze,
wrapping me with protection.
One moment of happiness is held close.
Removing any grim sensation.
Yet its all lost with one blow,
crumbles like plaster in my hands.
I feel hollow, motionless.
I'm sorry i ever looked that way,
the wrong direction.
But i was misunderstood,
my words misinterperated,
lost in my own cloud of fury.
Bent on my knees struggling.
Now I want to dream,
but the shreds lie shattered in my hands,
tearing my skin.
My insides lie bare infront of you
burnt to ashes.
Can't I be given a chance?
One moment of freedom or am I not worth it?