Am I to be like a bird in the night sky?
Am I to learn to fly with broken wings?
Or I am so broken so battered so used?
My wings will never take me back to my sky
I am covered in blood and dust so completely
That my image of myself has been drained
I am nothing but a broken beat down corpse
Violated and dirty in my own remorse
I am colored so deep in my guilty response
That I am ashamed of this hole in my chest
I scrubbed until my skin was raw and bloody
It just cant make me feel clean again
This is about me and my life. It is my journey through time and space and about personal discovery. This will be triggering and hard to read, you have been warned.
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