Pulled from my back like stab after stab
The ripping of skin, the wincing,
begging for it to stop, to leave me
with some sort of protection
not to leave me bare
but the hands where already at work
and once it starts it can't be undone
The ripping the tearing the bleeding the scaring
somewhere in there mind it all had a purpose
it was to start fresh to be new
they didn't know my wings would never be the same
the feathers could grow could be replaced
but begging i asked not to leaked
these are hands though not ears
they couldn't understand
Held down by a power i couldn't stop
I could move I couldn't twitch
my heart was frozen thrown on the ground
it was shattered as glass when throw threw a window
I couldn't feel the tears
As i held myself together
hands wrapped around my chest
i was just like the others
waiting for my wings to fall to find themselves around me
they threw away my feathers
my little bits of love
i asked for them to keep them, the new ones growing had to mch pain to bare
i cried and scream
watch as i twitched, they wheren't the same
as the feathers before so white and clean untouched but pain
these new feathers where not the same
they where born of hatred and pain
with black tips and bodys these where what i had now
too call my own
these where the wings that where not given to me but made
they didn't feel the same, but i wondered even with these
black as night sharp as knives could i find what i found
looking in the sky
i wondered even with these scars and pain
could i still fly
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