This one speaks for itself.
I knew it all along I was flawed
No not broken, like the wings of a grounded bird
Flawed by design and not by choice
Looking into the sky for answers
Expecting one to hit me in the face
Leaning far enough to tilt but not far enough to fall
Strong enough to cry just not strong enough to scream
Slipping from day to night, dark enough to see nightmares
Just not dark enough to sleep
Well enough to breathe just not enough to speak
Overwhelmed to the point of suffocation
Feeling that familiar lump inside my throat
The swelling of the tears and the burning of the pain
Emotions running high but just beneath the surface
Anger, agony, guilt, all pain
I will always be the victim of my thoughts
I will always be accomplice to my death
Can’t escape from myself
That kind of freedom is always just outta reach
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