Sometimes I stare at the blank ceiling and listen to the echoes of my own thoughts bouncing in my head. Sometimes I hate my own feelings and get weak at how I chose the wrong thought how now I'm scram...
I am too.
We all are.
But you don’t see it.
None of you do.
You don’t see what is wrong.
You don’t see what we have done and let happen.
And you probably never will.
"I said take these broken wings and learn to fly"
honestly i just noticed that first line in so many songs i wanted to write it into something and make it mine. so i guess thats what i did?
"If when the demons come for me You recognize my fear"
rather an unrefined poem about someone kind of being left behind i think, yet always loving the one who left them.