Poetry

Wings

I look to the sky feeling my wings drooping behind me there damaged and broken because your wings reflect on your mind I see hundreds of them flying and smiling why do i have to be depressed I ask myself every night when I cry my self to sleep but on some nights my tired eyes refuse to close and I sit on my bed thinking of all the things I wish I had a father would be one of them because mine left quite a while ago, some nights the wind shakes the trees just outside and I cry because I'm terrified I can hear the storm just outside the lightning looks like fire in the sky the thunder reminds me of the yelling that always happened when I was around others making me scared and unable to function properly I start to feel the feathers turn black the darker my world gets because your wings match your mind and mine is going dark with thoughts of hatred aimed at myself making things hard I cry alone on these nights when my mind gets so dark I have panic attacks every other hour making me exhausted the next day, so I stay awake fighting off the nightmares I see when i'm not awake some days I collapse in bed and I just cry for hours because I can't do anything else but shed tears hoping for my days to get brighter for me to try harder but I just lay there and i'm brought into the protective arms of imagination and I dont move for hours sometimes people think im dead because when I have those days I can detach myself from the world for weeks and sometimes even months without people around i dont go to school because the empty feeling i feel deep inside of me sometimes i look behind me expecting for thee to actually be big white wings because of the day before when someone close to me told me i was beautiful i shook my head and i told them i wasnt, but they persisted and i finally worked up the courage to compare them to an angel because there the one that has helped me with my darkness, they calmed my violent mind and shut up the lies i told myself when they were around some days i look at my angel and i still can't believe that they are there with me someone who is broken beyond self repair so i show them as much love as i possibly can because this angel chose to stay with a broken soul and her wings stretch far beyond others but on some days you can see that there a little lower not raised as proudly but my angel will always be sheltered by my black wings while i make sure hers stay white cause i have sinned far beyond what others can accept, but she doesn't care and every time i see her or feel her intertwine her fingers with my long slender ones, i feel myself fall deeper in love every time because she truly is an angel with the prettiest wings i have ever seen, and she was the one to wipe my slate clean and now i can fly again with my damaged wings

A/N sorry about the sucky grammar but I really just can't take the time to add a million commas and periods