You ripped my wings and hung them up
Telling me to fly away
You cut my flight feathers, again whispering to me, I must fly
You broke me down and tore me apart because I wasn't your ideal
You ripped my wings and hung them up
Yet whispered to me to fly
You cut me, beat me, chained me yet without a single touch
You never dared to touch me, you knew your hands would leave scars that were going to burn
You ripped my wings and hung them up
Telling me to fly away
You knew full well I could barely walk, the pain of your harsh tongue always lapping at the open wounds
Some days you would see me as fragile, treat me with such care.
Others you would tear me down and rip me open, to try and calm your mind
You ripped my wings and hung them up, yet you whispered to me fly
You ripped my wings and hung them up, yet told me to fly away
You bruised and broke me all because I wasn't your ideal.
Yet it was you who was so imperfect.
You ripped my wings and hung them up, so maybe you one day could be enough.
YOU ARE READING
My Escape
RandomThis is a book with a collection of my quotes, thoughts, poetry and short stories, it will be where I do all my sketch and idea writing and uhm yeah. if you like it give it a read :)
