Soft, cold.
I've gone numb.
Trusting you for so long has left me,
Feeling weak and dumb.
I considered you a friend,
But I couldn't have been more wrong.
I am spreading my wings,
Flying away, far from the pain you caused, the breakdowns I endured,
at your hand.
My wings are broken and frayed,
but I will fly, I will fly,
Far away from the hell you caused.
Far from my pain. Far from you.
