Grounded Bird of FlightA Poem by SharkapillarI can't find words I used to be so good at recycling my emotions, Printing them on paper, turning them into nothing but written word I can't hear words, I can only feel them Hitting me wave and wave at a time The relentless pain eroding the carefully composed shell I built around myself Nothing helps anymore I used to think that if I found friends, found love, I would be happier Nothing's changed. I climb two stairs only to slip and find myself at the bottom again I immediately resume my climb, hoping to learn that I should just stay down When you hit rock bottom, nothing worse can happen No more pain can be found, no more words can torture me The bulletholes in my wings keep me grounded, yet I still try to fly The strain only injures me further But a grounded bird of flight is as good as dead So just kill me already.
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10 Reviews Added on December 13, 2011 Last Updated on December 13, 2011 AuthorSharkapillarRed-Light DistrictAboutmy name is Aoelaigh, I'm 18, and I haven't really used this website since I was younger and I don't really write anymore. All of the writing you'll find on here was from when I was young and desperate.. more..Writing
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