Mourning Skies

To Be Me

They say it's nice

to be young and free

But how can that be

when I cannot be me?

My wings were clipped

my wrists bound

Each plea I make

won't make a sound

I'm screaming until

holes rip through my throat

The oceans take me

I'm thrown off the boat

This world below

is none I've seen

But still I cannot cry or scream

My lungs are burning

from oxygen loss

I shake violently

and turn and toss

Right as I think

I'm about to break

They pull me from the water

for their own sake

But no matter the CPR

and respiration

I can't come back

by their desperation

To sleep and die

I see in my dreams

But I wake to a nightmare

each morning it seems

So I think instead

of the living hell

I'll load the gun and

put my name on the shell