Affection makes me feel *****.

Write your feelings down and burn them.
Let those ******* shriek and cry.
Let the ashes fly away and land atop sunflowers
and breathe in / breathe out…
don’t cry.

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.

Let me fly away and hang down from the clouds
Let me breathe in the atmosphere and swallow down the sun
Let me fly away, away upon a breeze
Let me breathe the air that soon will touch your cheeks

I want to be free, if I was - I would be a ******* seagull, so you could hear my screams
I want to be free so let me lay upon a cloud and look down on your pretty head of gold

Let me fly away and let me breathe in the air that soon will touch your cheeks.

Her skin smells of gold & her heart is overgrown with sunflowers.

My body was covered in thorns, but my mind bloomed.

I am expected to go to school & do well.
I am expected to get outside & breathe grassy summer air.
I am expected to get over what you did; you expect that from me…

Well, I will as soon as I tell on you - you see, the joy is in the unexpected.

You sit in your kitchen
2 cats one wife
Drinking your coffee out of a starbucks cup
Thinking of nothing in particular

Me, I sit in my room
A patient
Unstable
Drinking my decaf tea out of a styrofoam cup
Thinking of everything you did to make me hate you

You meet the best people in psych wards