never tried, ever failed
as a baby squirrel
life is a bullet, i hate  
never hits my hearth
listen, it's calling me
maybe with a raincoat
under the gloomy bridge
where's my bones
my mind will cool down
i know it well, maybe not
this is just a dream
that bullet is mine
is my medal in my chest
heavens were all on fire
nowhere to go

this if from a girl
who once thought
her feet could stop
climbing to the roof
she didn’t think
she needed to fall
from it anymore
but then she realized
she could fly
into the oblivion
no matter all the ****
people would throw
in her direction

Thoughts roll through my head like an old tape, I have to breath deeply for my own sake. I think back to last year when I was content and thought things were going fine, now coming to know I wasted all my time. I dread writing these things, there's a possibility you'll read,
I shouldn't give you the benefit
because I know you thirst to see me bleed. They all say in time it will fade, but one can only hope, with the walls around myself I made there must be a way to cope.

my voices
are the
demons
who
clip my wings
each time
i learn
to
fly