A narcoleptic, insecure, sad, cold. Eza, 19.

Friday, March 4, 2016




I hung my head low, avoiding the sky, hiding
The nights were endless in my dark heart
I couldn’t spread my wings in this world
that was like a small birdcage

With struggling movements
Outside the door, I always had anxious scars
I can only fly if I endured through the pain
Those hurtful words deeply cut into my heart
It hurt but I bit my tongue and endured

I know I’m gonna heal
And I’m always looking up

Even if it’s dark, I’m gonna find the light
I will smile, I will keep smiling
I’m a fighter, I won’t ever give up
I’ll keep flying, fly, fly again

My dreams wrap around the future me
I can fly higher without fear,
even when I’m trapped in darkness

Any kind of scar is beautiful to me


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