I had a dream that I could fly.
Every time I tried to fly, strings from my wrists would hold me down
slowly cutting the strings off from my wrists, leaving a trail of blood behind.
As they fell to the ground below
Finally after cutting the last string, tears in my eyes, I could fly
Before I took off I thought about all those strings that held me back
Being there to comfort me when no one could, how they had grown on me
I've made up my mind
Tonight i flew for the first time
Flying until my wings gave out and i fell towards the ground below
Waking up in a sweat i realized i was back in the hospital
Legs broken, head pounding, bruises everywhere
I look down at my carefully bandaged wrists
Memories of cutting those strings off from my wrists flooding back.
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 1:46 PM UTC
I had a dream that I could fly.
Every time I tried to fly, strings from my wrists would hold me down
slowly cutting the strings off from my wrists, leaving a trail of blood behind.
As they fell to the ground below
Finally after cutting the last string, tears in my eyes, I could fly
Before I took off I thought about all those strings that held me back
Being there to comfort me when no one could, how they had grown on me
I've made up my mind
Tonight i flew for the first time
Flying until my wings gave out and i fell towards the ground below
Waking up in a sweat i realized i was back in the hospital
Legs broken, head pounding, bruises everywhere
I look down at my carefully bandaged wrists
Memories of cutting those strings off from my wrists flooding back.
