[TW: contains elements that mentions/suggests self-harm and the S-ide]
[31082020]
There was a girl,
She was born with a pair of beautiful wings.
A blessing, they'd say.
She grows, her wings grow.
She made friends
Seeing others fly freely outside, she envies them.
Supports, gifts, happiness, they seem unsatisfying for her.
They used to be something she craved for, but not anymore.
She wanted to fly free like her friends,
Like every other individuals she knew.
She's afraid. She was immobilized.
As her wings are always clipped, to maintain the beauty,
As what was expected from her, she had enough of it.
She hated her wings for being too big and hungry for her.
She, who was caged inside the limited freedom she had.
She plucked the feathers off her winga, letting it wither.
She climbed the stairs of the skyscraper.
Hoping it would take her to the Elysian Fields.
When she reached the peak, she looked down at the view.
Fascinated by how small and tiny things would look like when she's in the highest spot.
Something lights up in her, making her faithful.
She jumped, fly high like the other birds, like her friends.
Red, is what last seen from her existence.
She was happy.
She was finally free.
YOU ARE READING
The Unsung Lyrics From My Head
PoetryA compilation of broken poems, random lines of words, sleepless nights thoughts, and shower thoughts as form of expressions because I have difficulties in comunicating or expressing myself in real life.
