She is a fallen angel.
The weight of life has dragged her down from heavens.
Her mind is dark like the closet she’s been hiding her magic in.

She cut her wings down to stubs
And left dark burgundy marks on her skin - a thousand scars.

Now she sits on the bed in a psych ward, looking out the window.
A window that’s locked (she checked)
A prison disguised as a healing place.

They keep her inside, when she’s been born to fly.
She wants to ascend back to heaven,
But they won’t let her die.

I want you to pull me into you,
Leaving no space between us.
I want you to move my hair to the side and breathe goose bumps on to my neck.
One single touch from you is all I need.
Oh how I wish you were here.

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You stand up on the table, you shout,
"This is not who I am. This is not what I want. This is my life not yours. I'm not a puppet."

Everyone gasps and points their finger at you, shouting,
"This is what you have to be. This is what you have to want. You must follow the status quo."

You look at everyone, "This is my life and I will live it wisely, for me, not for you." You reply, as you turn around and become something incredible.

I'm lost
Lost in the moments where I'm fighting to stay alive
Lost in the oceans of my thoughts
Lost in the fire of my feelings
Lost in the world
Without you

We forget that when we are lonely we are never really alone
Sometimes you just have to look deeper to find it. We are never alone.
There will always be someone out there
Going through the same thing
Dealing with similar things
Feeling the same emotions