• no matter how many times i try
    to lift myself off the ground and fly
    my dreams are instantly drowned
    my screams to be seen are lost in their doubts
    is this the cost of my endless wondering
    though my strength wanes
    i keep trying to go on
    constantly beet by invisible fears
    greif of the ones i once held dear
    soon it will become clear
    my trials wont be taken forgranted
    they will see my strugles
    my words will ring in their ears for many years to come
    the hidden mesages i tried to send
    the many times i gave out warnings
    they didnt see then
    but once im gone they will see what i have said
    they will cry at how stupid they were not to see my pain
    the knives that stabbed me will be turned back
    my blood will be seen red on their hands