Do you ever feel like a bird with no wings
Depression has you trapped
As you cry out for the sun
Birds are so free, yet their wings do not last
And maybe that's what keeps us down
We will never be free with out hearts content
Some people pray but I just carry on
Till the day my wings are clipped
And I am nothing but a pitiful waste.
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Oh, How Cold And Treacherous
PoetryA short poems that I hope you all like or relate to This is a picture from google.
