Crashing
Scarred. Do you see these? Or is it just me? I see them when I watch the fire burn in my eyes when I look into the mirror. Shattered and free.
I am shattered and free. Look at me- I'm a bird. I am flying. I am leaving behind every thing that doesn't deserve my wings.
And when I sing my song of freedom, glass and blood come out of my mouth. But I'll never stop. I'll never stop singing. "For I am happy" says the pile of blood and glass.
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