in a corner
under the bed
asking questions about the dead
how to brake something fix
and how to fix something broke.
in a corner
in a room
with nothing else left to do
wondering thought wounder away
when will the day be that you'll go away
when will that corner expand
to a new land far away
until then
brake whats fixed
and fix whats broke
until that corner turns to another ghost
or what use to be.

I don't want to be trapped any longer
will I ever be freed from this cage?
will I fly with the heavenly skies?
or will I fall into the dark abyss that waits for me below?
emotions as still as cloud now turn into blades
cutting my wings making me plummet down
to the unwanted list of abandoned children
unable to be better
unable to breath
unable to see or hear
unable to fly once more
will another come to save us or will the blades cut their wings
the angeles are afraid to fall
and so they leave us, the children of abandonment to be stuck
on the unwanted list.

Unable to breath.
Drowning in thoughts, lies, and life itself.
Unable to escape.

I'm a victim of words
I'm a victim of hate
all theses lairs speak the same
telling me they love me
saying they'll stay
saying they'll never go away

I'm a victim of words
I'm a victim of hate
all theses lairs speak the same
telling me their love is different
telling me their love ain't the same
then playing me like a game
their words be playing with my mind
telling me all the time
one minute you love me the next you change
telling me you hate me
saying you don't want me

why don't you still want me