Broken Wings and Greed

I prick my finger with this needle,
And now I sit and bleed.
Forever more I sit and stare,
Saddened by your greed.

I asked nothing more than your heart,
And this you have denied me.
Taken it to higher ground,
And there you had defied me.

I wept screamed and flailed about,
Though nothing much was heard.
I dram today to fly away,
As if I was all but a small bird.

But I cannot because I'm trapped,
You've left me with broken wings.
Not so much as a crumb of bread,
For to you I need not such things.