The Wings That Could Not Fly

The moon shines brightly,
He sits alone in the shadow,
Pleading for the release of this life.

Thinking bout his friends and family,
But really they don’t care,
So he reaches for the knife.

No regret in his mind,
He runs his finger against the blade,
Blood drips from his finger.

He had only dream,
It was to be loved,
And be come the worlds best singer.

He wrote music in his spare time,
Playing on his piano,
But nothing made him proud.

He had only one friend,
Someone who was not really there,
Someone lost in the crowd.

This boy has nothing left of him,
He wants to be gone,
He wants to be dead.

The people around him say,
“He’s nothing, he’s not worth it”,
“He should be dead”, that’s what they said.

Now as he remembers his life,
Theres nothing really special,
So now is the time when he says goodbye.

Goodbye cruel world,
Goodbye cruel people,
Goodbye the wings that could not fly.