Butterfly

by Emily   Aug 4, 2009


We all get broken wings
And its hard to fix and mend these things
But, I guess its just life
How people step all over us and
Cause us internal strife.
Sometimes a helping hand
Is not enough, your stuck in this place
Where you're too disappointed to look at your own face
And down is the only way to go
You think and curse about things only you know.
How I should have looked before I leapt
And not screamed when I should have slept
And told you how I felt when I should have kept
All those feelings deep inside
I should have smiled when I wanted to cry.
But its too late now, I'm broken and lying on the ground.
Flapping my wings but I cant fly
All this time I should have known why.
I'll still try to fly and fight this fight, listen to the sound
Of my heartbeats getting slower, coming to a stop.
I can't fly and I'm not sure if I still want to.
What's the use of building up strength if
Someone will tear it down. It's time to quit
I just can't go on living like this.
We all get broken wings
This time, it's too late to try and mend these things.

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