If I could fly away,
if I could leave tonight,
where would I go?
I don't know.
But I don't wanna stay here,
and I don't wanna be here anymore.
Will this last forever,
this pain, this emptiness?
Where should I go?
I don't know.
Do I belong anywhere?
Is there room enough to spare?
Anywhere for me?
Why do I exist?
Why am I forced to exist?
Why do I have to try?
Why do I have to try so hard
to stay alive when I don't
even want to be alive?
I wanna fly
through the sky,
and leave without a goodbye.
I just wanna disappear.
And time flies
when you're dead inside,
but I can't hold on for much longer.
I have tried so hard to fight the hunger.
If maybe I could be a bird
and I could fly away from today
for forever,
maybe you would
finally be happy.
Sometimes I dream I'm a bird
and I fly away from today
for forever,
but then, I wake up
and reality hits me:
I'm not a bird
and I'll never fly away.
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The Things We Don't Talk About
Poetry***Trigger Warning: Mental health, mental illness, eating disorders, suicidal ideation, self-harm*** A collection of poems delving into the dark side of the human experience. From high highs to low lows, emotion can be intense. And this collection s...
