Let the wind blow me away,
To a better place.
Because I am no longer okay.
Pain readable on my face.
Let the wind consume me,
Take me whole.
Because I feel like a caged bird, only wanting to be free.
I no longer want to be a player with an unimportant role.
Let the wind swoop me away,
Because there simply is no other way,
For me to ever be okay.
YOU ARE READING
It's a journal
Poetry''Instead of blades, I use pens, but it is still my blood covering the pages.'' Comment or like if I have helped or inspired you. Also if you are having trouble or you are feeling down, Feel free to talk to me. I might not be able to take the pain...
