Home bird,
It’s time to start flying,
You’re not safe here.
Home bird,
It’s time to start flying,
You’re not safe here.
I wonder if this is my therapy,
Speaking to a blank page,
It was always easier than-
Reading the disappointment on your face.
There is a storm inside me,
I let it rage inside,
Feel the thunder build,
Lightening on my tongue,
Dare to cross me-
And you will learn dear,
That I will leave you in ruins.
You make me feel like a burden,
Wire my mouth shut so I can’t speak,
So you don’t have to hear my pain,
You want me to be the strong one,
To carry the mistakes for the both of us.
I thought you understood,
We were on the same page,
Or were all the words I said-
Devoid of all meaning to you?
It’s almost funny really,
You say you love me,
And yet you still continue to hurt me.
I’m biting my tongue,
Enough to make me bleed,
Holding back all the words,
I should have said,
For you to understand,
The hurt you inflict.
I hope in the next life,
That we never meet,
I’ll never be broken by words,
Reshaping my smile,
To mask my unhappiness,
At living with a monster, like you.
All these thoughts,
Screaming in my skull,
It’s like I can’t get the words-
Quick enough for you to understand,
I’m hurting.
I’m sorry,
I have let you down, again.
I’ll try and fix it,
I’m patching up my pieces,
Fixing my smile,
I’ll be better,
Just promise me,
You’ll be patient.
I wake and walk through,
What feels like quicksand,
Sinking deeper with each step,
Whilst everyone around me,
Carries on unencumbered,
Perhaps, I took a misstep?