I have fallen, and my wings can not fly
They are to batterd to fly right now
They will take a while to heal this time
for they are cut upon a lot this time
My cuts are deeper this time than ever
My wings are bleeding more than ever this time
The wounds that I have inflicted are bad
the wagon i no longer see, for I have fallen so far, I no longer care
These cuts are deeper
my soul is shining for all to see
it is mortally wounded
all can see the hurt, all can see the pain
the blood on the wings are looking to be on deaths door
Why, do I do this,
It is a form of release....
It is a form of ebbing away at my deperssion
It is a way to let out the pain, I am in
IT is also, a way for me to deal with the pain I am in, for hurting myself, but not others.
I will not yell
I will not scream
I will hurt myslef this time
I will inflict it upon myslef this time
I will cut, I will sctrach
I will SI this till I feel I no longer need to punsih myslef