metaphors seem to go over my head,
as every poem i write is words i wish I
could have said.
I wish when i'm sad i could cry but i'm
trapped like caged bird,i cant fly.
i wish i could fly, yes it is a cliche,
but i get to be myself for a day.
i wish i could fly and show my colorful wings
but my spirit is trapped with the the hate and hurt and superficial things.
oh,if i could fly i know i would be heard but
alas! i moved from second to third.
depression can kill you but ,i feel like i'm already dead. with all the thoughts,
of my problems inside of my head.
but no matter how much I seem to try to express myself
makes me numb and dry ,
i wish i could fly,
to get away from earth with out suicide and self harm,
without hitting the dirt.
but if the only way to fly is to be an angel take me now!
take me. So that I can thrive
i wish i could fly.