i thought they
were my wings
to help my fly
over the large protruding
things from teh underworld
that drag me down.
i thought i loved
them helping me
to get over
the objects
i hate
the gloominess
and everything now
is just a mess.
i hate how
we mock you
and make fun of what you say
just so that i
can smile
and hold on to
another day.
i hate how
we've twisted
whats you've said
turned it against you
i hate now
how i always cry
alone, dying
in my bed.
i hate how
you are gone
so far back
they lifted me over you
thinking it was
the right thing to do
i never protested
but now i miss you.
you weren't a demon
rippng and grabbing
you were an island
whose gloomy thoughts
needed sorting
and i helped you file
away teh pain
and then they came
and took me away again.
you were my floatation device
you were my sanity
and now,
im in teh air
and i cannot land
oh god help me
all i want is your hand
to reach up to me
and touch my face
save me now please
im losing all grace.
im losing touch
with the earth
im in teh clouds
where nothing hurts,
except teh pain
of losing you,
please help me now
help me thrul...


xoxo
Kyelle