F But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing. 391 followers / 26.8k words
pain sparks up my spine into my scalp pushes all the little hair follicles out can't touch my head without a handful coming away i'm waiting for it all to be gone someday
too many trapped thoughts they creep into the roots poison them they fall out red strands everywhere fistful at a time hair thinning mind winning i am tired