If I could grow wings to fly,
From inside me to the sky,
I wouldn’t wish coming back,
Not to this soul of try and cry.

I soak in all alone and forsaken,
All my strength beaten,
I surrender to sit and wander,
Will my sun ever brighten?

My shoulder too heavy to lean on,
My face bowed and filled by yawn,
Can anyone feel me?
I desire to see the angel of dawn.

I wish if someone cared,
I would share and not feel scared,
But not even one dares to relate
I am all snared but can’t be repaired.
I am shattered inside.