You told me to spread my wings,
And I did,
But they tore it down
With their words that pierced it,
Their fists that bruised it,
They never stopped.
You told me I could go to you
And I did.
But you did what they did,
You pierced it with your words,
Bruised it with your fists,
Until it was completely torn and broken.
Then I gave up,
I stood on the roof
And jumped off
Except,
This time I didn't fly,
I fell.
YOU ARE READING
Dark Mind Dark Writes
PoetryWARNING: Might be triggering!! And this isn't anything happy and it's not uplifting. Suicide. Self-harm. Depression. Self-hate. Angry. Sad. Death. Hurt. These poems are all wriiten by me. They're not all good but I hope you'll like them. PM me if yo...
