Poems about you

The little bird

The little bird.
She sits in a puddle of
doubts, self- loathing, and sadness
The little bird sits trapped in her puddle.
Unable to move,
unable to get away
like a wounded animal waiting for death.

The little bird.
Listens to the words people say to try and hurt her.
They could never hurt more then the words she tells herself;
Theses words are the deadliest because
they leave scars no one but one's self can see
The little bird listen to the haunting words inside and outside her head.

The little bird.
Feels the cool blade on her wrist.
Her skin giving way to the blood;
that runs down her arm like a poisonous snake searching for its next victim.
The little bird feels the pain and sorrow leaving her
for now.

The little bird.
She taste the gustatory sensation of the pills on her tongue,
like a bittersweet slice of relief.
Bitter because when the high comes down she must return to being herself.
The little bird taste her only escape

The little bird
She sees the cliff but her steps never falter.
Her eyes flow like the river beneath.
The little bird jumps into the light.

The little bird-
is free
She no longer is stuck in her puddle.
She no longer hears the words the people say;
Nor does she have to listen to her own.
She no longer needs the knife or the pills.
No. No longer

The little bird
for too long has been locked up by
Nasty
Vicious
Cruel people.
Kept in a cage built by lies and reinforce by deceit.
They've clipped and shredded her wings to keep her from flying away.

The little bird.
Could of found her happy ending.
She might of found some one who
Could look past
and help her look past
the scares and burns
On the inside and out.
At last that day will never come because the little bird was pushed into the light.