Attempting Poetry

They Pull Me Back

Tying rocks to my feet
Sitting on the edge
Ready to fall off
As soon as I get the courage
I'll let myself sink
Knowing nobody
Will cut the ropes free
I clipped my wings
A long time ago 
The shackles are too heavy
Too dark of a mind
If ever I did want to go explore
The demons would drag me
Back to the floor
They'd scratch my skin
With words in my head
That I believe someone once said
They'll fill me with thoughts
Like, "You're better off dead."
And leave me to cry
All alone in my bed