You put
Me
Together.
You tear
Me
Apart.
You shock
Me
Into silence.
You rip
Apart my wings
And hold me down.
You tell
Me
To suffer.
You tell
Me
It'll be okay.
But how
Will
Things be fine?
With no wings to fly
Away.
No heart to feel my
Pain.
No pieces left to
Take.
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 8:46 PM UTC
You put
Me
Together.
You tear
Me
Apart.
You shock
Me
Into silence.
You rip
Apart my wings
And hold me down.
You tell
Me
To suffer.
You tell
Me
It'll be okay.
But how
Will
Things be fine?
With no wings to fly
Away.
No heart to feel my
Pain.
No pieces left to
Take.
An old one, from my ages of 13-15 somewhere.
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