Each cut tears your wings to fly
Each glide across your skin is a cry
It's silent, like the floating wings of a butterfly goes
Your pain is a secret that nobody knows
The colors you vibrate are slowly fading
The price you gave to sell your soul is paying
You wish to fly away from the pain
But, the devil keeps you insane
To drop the knife is hard to do
To spit out the pill is harder too
To loosen the noose is too much for you
Crying doesn't seem to help on sleepless nights
Knowing the next day you try is a fright
You can't spread your angelic wings
To know the pain you want, helps you cope things
You wish to hide back in your cocoon
To think you wish you leave this life so soon
Afraid to move away from the sadness you know
Afraid of finding yourself to grow
The more red you bleed it's just a start
Your skin may be tearing
But, you're falling more apart in your heart
One day, we'll all just be red butterflies
Just wishing to go away to fly
But, not away from the depression
Or, to go to help for confession
But, we all at one point wished for the sky
ESTÁS LEYENDO
3:00 A.M. Thoughts...
PoetryLying awake, haven't slept in days, eyes are baggy and mind is hazy. Every thought seems to all be about darkness and pain, every night it seems to be the same. Same routine and same story, all the light of glory all just a daze . None of the happin...
