My wings were clipped the day I was born
I was put under the pressure of a billion eyes
My dreams ripped my skies torn
My life was built on a faithful lie

The shadows of my imagination
feared the glare of their expectations
My broken bones, My shattered heart
Sang the stories of me being torn apart

i'm not sorry
for offering you
my love
i'm sorry
that you don't recognize
it's value
i'm sorry
you don't
deserve me
i'm sorry
for every time
you cheat yourself
out of finding
true love
but i'm not sorry
for myself
because it's your loss
not mine

I have
been sober
for about
8 months.
Go me.

I can't act like I'm strong anymore,
I can't act like I'm happy anymore.
I cry to sleep almost every night.
My heart feels heavy,
Not only at 2 in the morning.
But also at 2 in the afternoon,
When I'm surrounded by people.
Laughing and giggling and,
Happy.
Now,
I can feel my life tearing apart.
I'm right there,
Sitting next to you
Laughing,
Laughing like I'm the happiest person alive.
But can you see
That I'm actually falling?
Can you see that I'm falling down?
Deeper and deeper,
As the darkness surround me.
Can someone hold on to me?
Can someone
.
.
Help me?
.
.
Please!
.
.

Anyone?