She’s an Angel.
But she is not random.
No…
She’s the Queen.
Queen of the Broken Wings.
Dreaming of the sky.
A place she cannot reach.
As so she Believes.
Because little does she know…
Her story is Inevitable.
She will fly.
But for that to happen…
She must Grow.
Grow to Love Herself.
Because for Broken Wings to heal…
The Heart must heal First.
I failed.
I tried the butterfly project…
And it helped for a day…but I cut again.
Deeply.
I have 2inches of tissues on it cause its bleeding.
I’m a failure.
I deserve to die.
She has nothing left to say
Her beautiful wings torn away
Face streaked with tears
Screams falling on deaf ears
Worn from her daily days
Seeking new ways to escape the pain
Standing in the rain
Screaming at the sky
Thinking about all the ways she can die
She’ll have a smile on her face
Her words laced with lies
Slowly she’ll break off all ties
She wants nothing else to hold her to this world
Life seeping from her eyes
Laying on the ground
She’ll paint a picture with her blood
Telling a story of all the lies
Yesterday was nothing but a dream
It never really happened
When I look outside the window I see nothing but a nightmare
The dreams that I once accepted are now all gone
Just a faded memory
The only time that I’ll wake up from this nightmare
When my prince will come and rescue me
From this prisoned darkness.
The blackest of them all
AÂ pit where infinity goes on forever
AÂ melt down
An angel that will carry me off
Carry my heart with them.
I already miss that feeling.
Darkness and the enemy has taken me away for a long time
It was such an adventure but now
IÂ just want to feel safe
Feel protected
And feel loved
Feel accepted
I want my broken wings to be fixed
IÂ already learned my […]
As i sit here i am playing “Born to Be Somebody” by Justin. Ive been listening to it for about 30 minutes now. ive never been one who’s into his music, but this song is helping me with my broken wings.
I am so tired, emotionally drained, mentally exhausted, just everything in me is tired. I wake up each and everyday and i plant a smile on my face. what else can i do? i was born into a family of strong christian faith and this, my feelings, my broken wings are not acceptable. So i hide. Smiling in my mother’s face like a hypocrite, laughing […]