There was a gentleman who intended,
To bend my already tattered wings,
His desire to break my frame,
He threw shards of glass at me, as if they were words,
His sturdy arms turned into a cage,
Then he in me, even inside my head,
Tossed me away like a wasted breathe.
I shed tears as if they were ***** clothes, and I shed those, too,
Mental health rusted with time,
Any amount of rain couldn't wash it away,
No amount of dust could cover it up,
The numbness quickly went away,
It faded like dead leaves scattered in a whirlwind,
Constantly scratching an invisible scar on my wrist,
Being unwanted so letting myself be alone, until a candle lights up.