The cuts aren't my fault,
They result from society.
They changed me,
And broke me,
And I could not compete.
They pushed me,
And killed me,
Till I was not complete.
They showed me,
And told me
Everything was alright,
And after the storm,
The sun would rise.
But what if its night?
Will there be tomorrow?
Or will my wings be clipped,
Like the rest of the angels?
We will fly in heaven,
Or rot in hell...
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Depressing Poems
PuisiJust poems I write when I'm feeling bad and I decided to share them. :)