I wait for the day,
Where I can come out and be free,
Where I don't have to hide my body,
Where I don't get screamed at,
Where I don't have to cut
Where I don't have to burn.
But it's too far away.
I wait for the day,
Where I can finally be happy again,
Where I don't have to lie,
Where I don't have to create a mask,
Where I don't need to sleep every minute,
Where I don't have to starve.
But it's coming too slow.
I wait for the day,
Where I can have a healthy mind,
Where I don't fail,
Where I don't cry myself to sleep,
Where I don't need to be mean,
Where I don't have to be silent.
But it's slowly coming faster.
I wait for the day,
Where I can fly,
Where I don't need a high,
Where I don't need to be a thorn,
Where I don't throw up every meal,
Where I don't have to listen to the voices.
But it's almost here.
I wait for the day,
Where I can cry for joy,
Where I don't need to give in,
Where I don't give up,
Where I don't coward behind,
Where I don't have to hide my face.
The day's finally here.
I approached the day,
Where I'm free again,
Where I'm happy again,
Where I have a healthy mind,
Where I can fly,
Where I can cry for joy.
There was light and now I see you crying.
Don't be sad,
Someday you can join,
Someday you will see the light,
Someday you will be happy again,
Someday you will see what I see,
Someday you will fly too.
Come join me with freedom.
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Poems and Heartache
Puisi{Po•em} [noun] Something that arouses strong emotion because of its beauty
