The ache in my legs to run, the urge to run to his arms, the voices in my head telling me to throw everything away are what haunt me at night. I crave to breath, the pressure in my chest pulls my head down like the ball and chain i feel at my feet every second I'm in this cold house. I want to run until my lungs burn, at least the burning would prove to myself that I'm still alive somehow. Pull the plug, flip the switch, kill this rage and fear in me so I don't spend another hopeless night in my bed feeling my tears burn my cheeks like pure acid. My wings twitch in agitation to jump from this nest of thorns and bloody feathers. Could you find a way to let me down slowly...from the high i feel every second of the night the stars watch me become someone I've been so afraid to be. I'm crying out but even God knows my screams barely make whispers, when I use friends to make the void in my head quiet, the heart in my chest beat once again. They can't see how far I've gotten in this rabbit hole of my emotions. Barricade the rage in fear of losing myself, letting my power engulf me like the waves to a grain of sand. I can't escape but my mind screams to pack the bags and walk down the road, let the dreams come reality, where I fly above my chaos and manage to drop these emotional weights like boulders from my shoulders pinning me down. I want to fly. I want to run. I want to breath. Let my heart beat for once, dear mother dearest. You may clip the birds feathers but they regrow stronger than they one were, may God have mercy on the soul who endures the wings my wings will push down.

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Ramblings Of The Minds Eye
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